|Zac and the 8-year old at Halloween|
I feel sorry for the youngest child in any family. Oh, don’t get me wrong. There are perks to being the baby in the family, especially if it’s a large family. I mean, the youngest is quite often spoiled. The parents have gone through - I mean, raised - several kids already and are tired. The fight sometimes gets beaten out of them as well as some of the excitement. When that first child shows on the scene, Mom and Dad are pumped. They’re reading all the books, listening to the advice of grandparents and child proofing the house. Electric sockets are covered and corners cushioned. When that first child scrapes a knee, they’re rushed to the hospital. The baby of the family, however, is told to “stop the damn crying. You’re not bleeding to death.”
The first child has their picture taken every three seconds. They can’t move without someone clicking a snapshot to later be shoved into every poor soul’s face that comes along.