Kinda

with mine it was more the women going easier on my brothers and i (even though we nearly burned down my grandma's house with a roman candle), and then the women being much harsher on my sisters... if one of my sisters ate a donut my grandma had they'd get cursed out, it was weird. My dad was much harder on my brothers and i than my sisters, but my grandpa just stopped caring. My other grandpa was dead, so idk how he'd act, and my other grandma has dementia so she gets so damn confused she's just happy to see a recognizable face.

My youngest sister never had my mom even raise her voice to her until one fateful day where she had accidentally clogged the toilet, and my mom found out she had done it. Keep in mind, my baby sister was an absolute hellion because she knew she had my mom in her corner, NO MATTER what was going on. I eventually could not be in the same room as her, because she figured out that if she screamed at the top of her lungs while she and I were the only ones in the room, she could get our mom to come running, screaming and shouting me out. I never won those arguments and got into a lot of trouble. After she had clogged the toilet my mom was shouting at her, holding her by the shoulders as she kneeled down to get into her face about what had she done. I had to exit the room because I was on the verge of laughing and knew I would die if she caught me cackling like the hyena I was. She really mellowed out after that after she realized mama bear would chew her out same as the rest of us.