And so it begins. The status of middle child and all the lovely trials of that particular birth order placement is being passed to our Glory. Today Grace says to me, "Mom, when are we getting rid of Glory?" I said we are not ever getting rid of Glory because she is part of the family and we love her. She replied with "We can't have two babies so when the new baby gets here we need to throw Glory away!" Again I rebutted by saying that when Molly gets here Glory gets to make the big step up to big sister and isn't that so cool that you both get to be big sisters? Grace looked at me with a furrowed brow and says, "There just is only room enough for one big sister and since I do a really good job and Glory hits, we should definitely throw Glory away." Then Glory proceeded to go around the house singing, "Throw me away, throw me away, I go in the trash, throw me away!". Poor Glory, she is so obviously scarred for life.
