When I read the characteristics of the middle child, I’m certain she was born to be a middle child.
She is all class clown. She knows how to get a laugh and knows how to push our buttons.
Her pajamas? Shorts, then another pair of shorts. On top? A shirt, then a pair of shorts around her neck, then a Hello Kitty shirt with only one sleeve on. Followed by one lone purple sock.
When you ask to take her picture she’ll stick out her tongue, but still pose and stand there long enough for it to take. And, she’ll want to see it, too.
When daddy tells her something, she says “yes ma’am” just to get under his skin.
When I correct her “th” at the end of “bath”, she intentionally says “baf” with an even harder “f” just to mess with me.
Even when she hears us, she’ll say “wwwhhhhaaattt?” super loud and then giggles.
She loves her little sister and being a big sister with all her being. She grabs her, hugs her and kisses her. She even wants to hold her in her bouncy seat. “Mommy, she likes it when I put my arm like this.” Yeah, sweetie, that’s totally what “liking it” looks like.
gonna be trouble!
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