Well… I only have the one child.

But, when I was growing up, my youngest sister was definitely my parents' favorite – probably because they were told she wouldn't live to twelve year old. The next fave for my dad was my sister next in age to me; she looked like him and his side of the family. My mom doted on my youngest; she made the rest of us into drudges, with me doing most of the work of actually raising my sisters.

But, I was my Gran's favorite. Everyone knew it and resented it. They also knew they couldn't say bupkiss about it because I worked my tail off for my Gran every summer; I spent all my summers growing up with my Gran – it kept me sane, I believe.