Now, Issachar is the youngest and his life is a cake walk, in my opinion. I washed dishes at 7. He didn’t have to wash dishes until he was 10. And even now, he gets to use the dishwasher for FREE. I had to pay a dollar to use the dishwasher when I growing up. Crazy, right?!?! I know. (My dad made that rule up…more on him later). He still doesn’t have to wash his own clothes. To the best of my recollection, I began this chore at 10. And, he gets to watch TV during the week! Which is absurd, because I could only watch TV on the weekends.
It’s easy to see that Issachar lives like a king.
But I adore and love the little kid, and I try to make it home at least once every three months to hang out with him and my younger sisters. I haven’t lived in the state for almost five years now, and I don’t want to miss their growing up.
On one of my trips home Issachar told me that he wanted to talk. He put his hand on my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes. “Simone,” he says “I am tired of being the youngest, and I am ready to be an uncle. When are you going to get engaged?”
Darn tootin’… even the baby boy is holding my feet to the fire!