I used to think that was THE worst.
THREE smelly, burping, dirty-socked, I-had-to-share-a-bathroom-with-them brothers.
Really, it wasn’t all THAT bad.
A couple of ’em were even mostly out of the house by the time I even spent extra time in the bathroom.
And, honestly, they never beat me up or anything.
Although they may have yelled at me a time or two and farted in my general direction.
But all in all, it was actually pretty sweet growing up as the “baby girl”.
I like to tease and say that Baby K doesn’t have it as ‘badly’ as I did since she only has TWO older brothers.
And, from the looks of things, she’s already got it all under control. Don’t cha think?
(and in a dress, no less!)