GAINING

Earlier this week I joined my youngest daughter Harriet (and two bus-loads of other Stone Academy 4th graders) at Camp Thunderbird for a overnight learning trip.

Harriet and I learned all about Native Americans and pioneers and canoes and high ropes and ferets.

I really like Harriet White. A lot.

She was born just a couple of days after my 30th birthday. A Y2K kid. And since then, there have been a few too many times that she’s got the Third-Child-Shaft.

That’s when the new of babies and children has worn off for your parents, and you kind of get shuffled through life moments that were...bigger for your older siblings.

But not this time.

Gibson and Whitaker didn’t get their dad to come along for their fourth grade trip.

So chalk one up for the kid sister. She’s still trailing, but the gap is closing. Fast.