I love you even though you are Trouble. I love you even though everthing that comes out of your mouth relates directly to toilet humour. I love you even though you throw The Best Tantrums in Big W. I love you even though you get up eleventy times EVERY NIGHT with various sore limbs, sore tummies and sore brains.
You are the middle child, the funny one, the creative, clever, cuddly one.
You are someone I love.