It became clear the other day that my youngest, Jonah, knows exactly where his place in the family is.
We were on a hike and at a high point along the way he proclaimed “I’m the Jack of the World!”
He knows he’s not the king in the family — that would probably be his older brother. And although, at the age of 3, he once put on a dress and a wide brimmed hat and proclaimed he was “Queen of the Savannah,” he’s not partial to that title any more.
No, he got it just right. He’s the Jack. He’s not the top dog but he still demands royal treatment.
love it. they know so much, so intuitively, don’t they?