He has four older sisters.
It's just miserable.
Well, if you consider having a whole load of people doting on you, attending to your every whim, and thinking you're the greatest thing ever, miserable.
As the mother of five, I am not unaccustomed to commentary from the general populace on my brood.
"You must have your hands full!"
"You need to get a new hobby."
(directed toward one of my girls with a head nod in my direction) "You should tell your daddy to leave her alone!" (oh yes this did really happen.)
"So are you Catholic or Mormon?"
The newest, and now most common, exclamations are typically in sympathy for my darling Joe who has four older sisters.
"Oh poor guy!"
All out brawls may or may not occasionally break out over who gets to hold him when he needs comfort.
They play with him, give him lots of kisses, give him snacks, teach him things, make him laugh,
dress him like a girl.