Forgot to tell everyone that Jan's birthday was last Friday. 65 years ago, he was born in Marion, Kansas on the 13th day of February. I was 10 years old and, up to that day, was the 'baby' of the family. I don't recall that I had any big problem with him taking my place.
I do remember he was a cute, chubby little kid that drooled all over himself. Since all of our brothers (5) and one sister were older that us, Jan and I were kinda' a second family to our parents. We got along pretty well, for siblings.
Fortunately he was too small and young to get involved in all the foolishness of my misspent youth. I'm sure my parents were happy about that too. If you'd like to see what I mean by 'misspent' pick up a copy of my novel Moonshine Harvest at Amazon.com.