Some sisterly love

Elle likes to think she is the boss in our household and truth be told, there are many reasons why that isn't exactly a fictious belief. So on the days that she wants to prove that she is indeed my big sister, I don't exactly try and stop her, mainly because it is too much fun just to play along.
There could be many ways to emphasize this point and one doesn't have to go too far back to find the perfect illustration. Monday night we were enjoying some downtime in the post-New Brunswick Day festivities. I thought it would be fun to sit in my Dora chair and just observe the world revolve around me, Elle had a different idea.


Without wasting a second, she squeezed in behind the window and I. Her giggles gave away her sinister, sisterly plans. She thought it would be a lot of fun to make an Izzie sandwich.
Some one-year-olds would take such an assault with great umbrage, I however have become used to Elle's antics. She means no harm and it's hard to stay frustrated with her when she erupts into full belly laughs as soon as she finishes whatever it is she is doing. Her reaction is sometimes funnier, it is somewhat akin to a comedian laughing at her own jokes. It is also difficult to stay upset when each play session ends with a hug and a kiss. As far as big sisters go, she's not bad.