Little Jack. The third child, the baby, the sweet boy. Here he is in his Easter duds. Despite his sisters' attempts to take him to the dark side, he remains (more often than not) quite well behaved. But he is the third.
There are so many examples and jokes of how things...well...change with the third child. The theme is always: first child over protected, second child adequately protected, subsequent children fend for themselves.
I can think of no better example of how this slippery slope works than our current nose situation. Jack's nose situation. It's Spring, he has allergy issues, and he is too little to understand nasal hygiene - you do the math. He does understand (and delights in using) eyebrow raising words that his sisters test out from time to time.
Elizabeth (arms held out as far away from her face as possible): "Mama, nose yucky"
Amanda (spoken for by big sister Elizabeth): "Mama, Mandy has a bug in her nose"
Jack (picks nose, presents it to me on his finger): "Mama, a booger!"