Clash of the (tiny) titans

One of the things I enjoyed most about yesterday's family dinner was watching Liza interact with one of her cousins (once or twice removed ... it's Jason's cousin's son), who is about 6 years old and very accustomed to getting whatever he wants. Liza is, too, and watching the two of them attempt to boss each other around and reach a stalemate was pretty funny. Usually there's a third cousin around who is slightly older than Brant (and also used to getting her way), and her absence this year meant that Brant got to be the big man on campus, I guess.

Brant would order Liza around and she would ignore him, so he would go off and pester someone else to do it. Liza would ask Brant to do something, and he would ignore her, so she would pester him incessantly until he gave in and did whatever she wanted. And both of them tend to be a little rougher than they should be, but Liza was giving as good as she was getting, so I just let them have at it.

Brant actually played with Liza much more nicely than I would have predicted, making sure she got thrown the football once in a while and playing along with her weird versions of games some of the time. She was happy to play the admiring younger kid, oohing and ahhing as he climbed trees and showed off his tractor-climbing prowess. I have a feeling I'm going to be peeling her off of our lawn mower and ornamental trees for the next few weeks ... but it was good to see them having fun.