My 7 year old, Joy, is mostly a sweet and caring little human (as long as she's well fed and rested; like mother, like daughter). She looks out for her baby sister. She helps with chores around the house. She's sensitive to other people's feelings. And the other night, she patiently braided my hair while telling me stories and singing to me.
Her 1 year old sister, on the other hand... is a typical toddler. That very same evening, I dared to close my eyes for FIVE SECONDS while laying on the couch. I swear. Five seconds. And she stabbed me in the forehead with a fork. Hard enough that it bled - in three neat, small round wounds.
So Joy cleaned me up with a tissue and applied one of her very own Hello Kitty band-aids. Ah, sisters.
