Dad: In the Russian folk stories there are always three brothers, just
like me and my brothers. The oldest is very smart, the middle is so so,
and the youngest.... well... not so much, but he has a lot of luck.
*says proudly* I'm the youngest!
Me: XD
Dad: You youngest is lucky, they got the princesses.
Me: Says something about the tsars/ nobles if they were the youngest.
Me: DH is a middle child. (of 3)
Dad: So are his sisters older than him?
Mom: If he is the middle child how could they both be older?
Dad: See, she (mom) is all logical and analyzes every word, unlike me.
Mom's the oldest.
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