I have a funny, independent, hot-headed, daredevil of a third child. I’m not sure if it is just the byproduct of being the third child, but he has been a climber more than the two kids before him. It’s possible that he learned everything he knows from them. It’s possible that he just goes missing because he’s the third of four kids. It’s possible that he was just born this way. It’s also possible that I just don’t have anymore “f***s" to give… because, you know, he’s not the last kid. Whatever the case, I find myself saying, “Dang it Steele!!” every time he does something.