There are theories about birth order in families. They say that the oldest strives to please and can be bossy (I was the oldest…that explains everything), the middle child is adaptable but gets lost in the shuffle sometimes, and the baby is the clown and the risk-taker.
Let me just say, that after an evening of skinny dipping and ice cream and dress-up with these three, I definitely saw them adapting to their roles.
And they DEFINITELY wore me out!
Birth Order
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