CALLING ALL YOTs

I am a Y.O.T. (Youngest Of Three). Regardless of my age or theirs, I find much in common with other YOTs. To view my life from afar, you would say I was a spoiled child. To view my life from inside my head, you would say I was pitiful and spent too much time in the garden eating worms. To view my childhood as it actually was, you will know that I was left to my own devises and basically ran amok.

There is an unspoken empathy that automatically forms when encountering another YOT. My cousin David was a YOT. My brothers-in-law, David and Mike are YOTs. My niece, Melinda is a YOT. My nephew Mike is a YOT. My granddaughters Beth and Jasmine are YOTs.

If you are a youngest child of three, tell me about yourself. If you are an older sibling of a YOT, tell me about him or her. Maybe, with your help, I can write THE GUIDEBOOK TO YOTS. Heaven knows that my husband needs that guidebook!