I Am Number 3

I liked the book "I Am Number 4" well enough, and was a bit excited to hear that the movie was coming out. The story was interesting enough although the plot was rehashed cookie-cutter stories of coming-of-age hero stories. Still, I thought that worse come to worse, I'll just gawp at Alex Pettyfer as he struts his fineness across the silver screen.

That boy is too young to look as hot as he does.

I've given up pretending that I'm actually an alien child, and that my wonderful, super-human, alien parents will one day swoop down in their UFO and take me home where I find out that I'm actually normal.

But, talking about the movie with Feather made me think. Am I a Number Four?

Actually, I'm a Number 3.

When people ask me if I'm the oldest or youngest in the family, I always feel compelled to say, "First daughter, second child". I'm not the oldest child, but I'm the oldest daughter, right? And, maybe because Oldest Brother wasn't around much, I ended up running around after my middle sister a lot. So, I do sometimes feel like the oldest child who has to take care of all her younger siblings.

But, am I Number Two?

If my brother had survived, I might be saying, "First daughter, third child". My second brother died two weeks after he was born. I used to wonder what he would be like. If he still lived, he'd be one year younger than my oldest brother, and I'd be one year younger than him.

I think we would have tried killing each other a lot.

Then, when we got older, we'd have gotten into a lot of trouble together (extrapolated from the lots of trouble my only older brother and I got to on our own). We'd be the Terrible Trio.

If I had stayed Number Three, those bad aliens would never be going after Alex Pettyfer.

Because I'd kick their butts but good. How? Dude, I'd have TWO older brothers to teach me how to defend myself.

Those aliens better watch their butts.