Poor Ken is outnumbered by bossy females. This morning we were reminded how tough he has it. Reid and Ken were playing with the Potato Heads. As I was going upstairs to dress, I noticed that he had his head propped on the overturned bucket that the Potato Heads and their stuff live in. I offered to get him a pillow but he said he was okay as he was. Before I got upstairs, Reid was bringing him a pillow. Which he accepted his a cheerful “thanks, I was more comfortable before.” Apparently Reid is more difficult to argue with than me. (Hard to believe!) She did offer him a bigger, possibly more comfortable pillow. He wondered aloud why no one listened to him but I was on my way upstairs and Reid was busy getting him another pillow and so no one answered. Seriously though, he is going to face lots of “being taken care of” as time goes by, whether he needs it or not. It’s inherited. We can’t help it.