I had 2 bossy older sisters and one younger and grew up in a house full of girls. I did not notice or appreciate that they helped with the cooking, cleaning, doing dishes, ironing and making the beds. All I could see was that I was the only boy (2 brothers came along when I was almost grown) and had to cut and bring in the firewood, empty the ashes, empty their thunder mug at the outhouse, pack in the water, be the last to get the Saturday night bath in used water in the wash tub, help with the hog killing, raising the garden and butchering the chickens. Poor slave boy to a house full of girls LOL<quoted text>
Right you are AW. There the young farter was, just turned five and on Christmas Day mommy was in the hospital giving birth to a squalling baby sister. Was I ever PO'd. LOL. A few days later our next door neighbor sure didn't help any by asking if I liked my new baby sister. With folded arms and a go to hell expression on my face, I said, NO!!! LOL. After all these years I saw she was like Martha White flour(here to stay)so guess I'll keep her. LOL.
Later, I became bigger,stronger, the protector, and the "hero" to those girls and certainly glad it was the way that it was and still is.