Baby A assaults his older sister pretty frequently. She’s usually pretty calm about it – unless he assaults her own homemade hair. Then she makes a scene.
(Scene: I’m washing dishes when I hear a commotion in the next room).
Me: Be gentle!
(I can’t hear what K is saying, but I know she’s angry)
Me: Remember, if Baby A’s bugging you, you don’t hit. You ask Mommy for help.
K: (Some kind of grouchy mumbling) Help mees.
Me: Okay, I’m coming to help.
(I walk in the room to see Baby A once again reaching for K’s hair and eagerly yanking.)
K: NO, BABY A! NO PULLING! HELP, MOMMY!!!
Me: I’ve got him, I’ve got him.
(I remove the aggressor from the situation, taking him into the kitchen and sitting him in the high chair.)
K: (Still grumbling.)
Me: Are you okay, grouchypants?
K: He pulled my hair! (She comes into the room and charges up to the high chair, pointing an accusing finger at Baby A) No pulling, Baby A! Dat’s my favorite hair! I yike it! I made it myself!
Me: …You…you made your hair yourself?
K: Yes! I made all of dees hairs and I very much yike it!