And if I think there's at least something to this birth order theory, my second child confirms it. Oh he doesn't go around wailing about his fate as a middle child (at least not yet) but I see my sister's reflection in this face. My middle-child, independent, fierce defender of justice in all forms little sister.
"No, I don't want you to take my picture." Yes he dresses himself all twisted and inside out.
"Momma! I said take a picture of my crowwwwwn!"
Then he cracks a smile. Despite his penchant for not caring what people do or say even at the ripe old age of almost 4 he's a lovable, affectionate boy. One who does have the ability his momma doesn't of letting most things roll of his back. But when he's had it, make way.
He's definitely got a spark, this not-middle child of mine. I think I'll keep him.