"Max always wins," notes the four-year-old thoughtfully. He's, of course, the youngest and is perhaps wondering why it so rarely seems to work out that well for him.
"That's true," I agree. I don't point out that Top Management has wondered if Ruby might just have developmental delay issues.
"Ruby's kind of mean," adds the seven-year-old. There's no hint of judgment in her tone; she's merely stating the facts.
"She's a big sister," I reply. "Big sisters are always mean."
She grins and opens her mouth to confirm this opinion, then pauses, as it occurs to her that in addition to owning big sisters, she's also a big sister herself. She closes her mouth, furrows her brow and turns back to the tube.
A moment later, she turns back around and, with a steely-eyed gaze, says, "Mommy's a big sister."
I open my mouth but nothing comes out.
"Hmph," she says triumphantly, and turns back to finish watching.