Feisty

Don't be fooled by that angelic face. Beneath the sweet grin and seemingly gentle demeanor is a feisty little tiger. One that has become quite adept at pulling hair (not her own, either) as a means to communicate her disapproval. As was the case tonight when the Girl climbed into my lap for a snuggle. Baby Sister was not having it. At all. She crawled (Yes, that's right, I wrote crawled. Not a single step in sight since we arrived home from our weekend at my parents'. She's back to pushing her shopping cart all over the house.) over, sat on her knees, reached up, grabbed a handful of the Girl's hair and started tugging mercilessly, all the while screaming. And we thought the Girl had the market on feisty, looks like Baby Sister will be giving her a run for her money in that department.