Little Sis

I was sitting on the couch with Thomas snuggled up against me and Cora in my lap. All of a sudden, I heard Thomas' little voice, "Mommy, why is she pulling on me?" I looked down to find Cora clutching the front of his shirt, pulling him toward her.

I explained that she's just a baby and just learning to reach for things. Then I looked at Cora and said, "What are you doing to your brother, Cora?"

I wish I'd gotten a picture of the look she shot me. The most impish, mischievous, I'm-older-than-I-look-and-up-to-no-good look I've ever seen on a baby. She knew full-well what she was doing to him.

And so it begins...