Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Sometimes, H is the sweetest big sister. Last week, for T's 5th birthday, she drew him a beautiful card. Then at his birthday party, she bit him on his ear as he was blowing out the candles on his cake, causing him to cry not only at what was supposed to be the high point of the party, but also in front of his friends. She was annoyed at him for roughhousing with her in the pool, but I can't believe she stewed over it until she could get the perfect revenge! Last night, she sweetly read him stories for bed--it was so darn precious, I even took a picture of the two of them lying head-to-head in bed. Then today, he fell down a few stairs and really hurt himself. My babysitter told me H had a self-satisfied smirk on her face--she even told me it was kind of creepy the way H seemed pleased about T hurting himself. When I asked H about it tonight, she said she was smiling because she was happy T did not hurt himself worse than he did. Smart and evil--that's a dangerous combination.