I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Abby is a tough little girl. I suppose growing up with two older brothers who aren’t really that much older and still like to drag you along will cause your skin to thicken. She can tumble with the best of them.
She is also very strong-willed, which is a very nice way to say stubborn. She is as stubborn as the sun. Everything is to be done her way or not at all, lest we all hear about it in a very high-pitched fashion.
For the most part, though, she loves to play with her brothers. She usually prefers Buzz to Jedi, but that’s because Jedi is stubborn, too. And bossy. And he complains a lot. And gets upset easily. Buzz is more pliable, but is also more prone to inadvertently hurt her.
Which is how it was going the other day when Jedi and Abby were playing together, and I use that term loosely. He was telling her what to do and she was doing it her way instead. When he decided that he didn’t want to participate anymore. She, however, failed to receive the memo and continued getting in his way. He tried to move her and she’d scratch him. I reprimanded him for pushing her and I reprimanded her for hurting him. It was persistent as Jedi began to whine, irked tears welling in his eyes, feet stomping, vexed beyond measure.
That’s when he turns to me and decries, “This is why we shouldn’t have a toddler!”.