My friend called to ask about my 11yo son A. She says that she hears (or reads?) news about all of the others, but nothing about him. I have long felt that he is in a bit of a neglected position. The oldest is the oldest, the second makes sure to get attention, and #3 is the oldest girl. The youngest two, being small, demand a lot of my time and energy. I once asked A. whether he did indeed feel neglected and he said not at all. It just goes to show that you can’t make assumptions about how life in a large family affects children.
Yesterday he baked a birthday cake to bring to school; he’s on the class committee in charge of parties. We started to take some pictures to write a blog post for the KCC but got distracted. Here’s one anyway. 
The cake came out great, and he even brought some home. We had a taste (Y., also pictured, said it was better than usual) and put the rest in the freezer for Shabbat. (My husband, reading this post over my shoulder, is happy to learn where the cake is hiding.)
A.’s school has been having a series of programs for parents, and most recently invited us to an evening where we choose one of four parenting sessions. All I can say is that my experience in that school does not inspire me to attend this particular event. A. noticed that one of his teachers is leading a session entitled “How to Talk So Kids Will Listen” (no apology to Faber and Mazlish; book titles aren’t copyrighted). I asked A. whether he thought I should sign up for that discussion; would his teacher help me improve my skills? “No,” he said decidedly. “You’re better than him.”
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