While sitting at the salon while my daughter gets her glam on, the stylist was asking my child if she was the oldest.
Stylist: So are you the oldest sister?
Kid: No, I’m the youngest.
Me: You’re the middle.
Kid: I’m the middle; well, I’m the youngest sister.
Stylist: I was the middle child too.
Me: (Eyeing her) Isn’t it great being the middle child?
Stylist: Oh yea, it was great! My mom always told me you’re the most successful…
here’s where I will pause so that I could check my bank statement to see exactly how much more funds I need to transfer into my account to pay the shrinks.
…because you were the neglected one.