The younger sibling has to be tough. She has to be able to defend her territory from her older (and stronger!) brother or sister. As my sister can attest to, sometimes this involves no-holds-barred battles launched against the older sibling...complete with biting, kicking, crazy arm swinging (perhaps this is how I ended up with extra long arms...?), and the occasional flute smack upside the head.
Watching Annie learn to defend her space has been a point of pride for Tom and me. Of course we try to keep her from gauging John's eyes, or biting him repeatedly...but I must say the newly developed stiff-arm is impressive. Check out the guns:
I am woman, hear me roar!
