My beloved daughter Kate is nine years old. Her brother Jack (6) and Erin (8) annoy the bejesus out of her sometimes… well, a lot of the time.
Being the eldest child, from time to time I have unrealistic expectations regarding what she should do and how she should be. I guess sometimes I forget that she’s just a little kid. Recently, she was a little short with her siblings and I admonished her… “Katelyn Rose, you need to be kind.”
Exasperated, “Dad, I’m doing my best to look after these little buggers.” (Buggers (n) Brit slang… used as a term of affection or respect, typically grudgingly) Continue reading “Birth Order in the House”