When you are the fourth in line, sometimes life is rough.
Big brothers take your toys.
Or big sister won't let you chew on her markers.
But sometimes life is easy... too easy. You never have to do much to get attention.
After a year, you still don't feel the need for walking or talking because you have brothers and sister around 24/7 to bring you every toy or tell Mommy you need a snack.
Until one night you're up a little late and something shiny catches your eye. You point up at it, look over at Daddy and say "buffoon!!"
That's another rough thing about being number 4, sometimes boys have to play with princess 'buffoons'