Little Little Brother

“So the other day my son, David — I mean….Davis….” – actual words that came out of my mouth Being a third child is a struggle. Being little little brother is definitely a struggle. We had a BABY vs. WILD themed birthday party last month to celebrate one full year of his surviving the suburban wild. It wasn’t until the day after his birthday that we realized he never opened his birthday present. His one, single birthday present. David sometimes gets lost in the shuffle. Even at his own birthday.