I think back on the terrible way that I treated my sister through much of our childhood – and especially when she was very little – and then I see a picture like this, drawn by my daughter, and I can’t help but wonder:
What is she thinking?
As a parent, I’m thrilled beyond measure that Clara loves her brother so much. But as an eldest sibling, I can’t imagine why my little girl doesn’t see the joy in torturing her younger sibling as I did so often when I was her age.
