There is something about third children. They benefit a lot from the experiences and interactions of the other two. Take The Wictor for example. 

This morning as we were driving home down the main drag, he kept up a running commentary from the back seat. Translated: 

Look Mama! Wal-Mart!

Look Mama! Blockbuster!

Look Mama! Supermarket!

Look Mama! Macdonalds!

Look Mama! Target! 

(Oh, and he recognizes Toys R Us and Party City too). 

As The Daddy put it: “It seems that we are solidly entrenched in the middle class”.

I choose to tell you this, and not all about how he recognizes 22 out of 26 letters of the alphabet, can sing the Thomas the Tank Engine song from start to finish, and is speaking in up to 10 word, grammatically correct sentences.  Because I have a First and a Second child too, and I know that they all become brilliant at their own pace.

For more on Brag Hags (FYI, IRL I try not to be one, to the point where all my friends probably think my children are thick) see this.