Today’s guest post comes from Pluto.
We all know the story. First child gets all the brand new clothes, thousands of photos, scrapbooks. Second child gets a few new clothes, some photos. By the third child, it’s all stained hand-me-downs and no photos.
Well I’m the ninth child.
No new clothes and the only photos were from a distance, blurry.
Then it got worse. At one point, some people who were desperate for attention make a big deal out of announcing that I’m actually a runt and a cousin, not the 9th child.
You’d think that this would be devastating but it’s turned out to be great for me. I was suddenly the center of attention. Groups were formed to voice outrage over how I was being treated, t-shirts were printed. Somebody even started a Facebook page for me!
And now finally, after many years, lots and lots of miles and a few snapshots, it turns out I’m not so insignificant after all. In fact, I’m kind of fascinating. Not just the baby of the family, I’m much much younger than all my relatives. They were forced to admit this when they got a clear look at my complexion – cool and moist without too much acne.
It’s not nice to gloat, but at this distance, who cares? I’ve had my close up, and it turns out I look pretty good!
What rank do you hold in your familial Universe?