Like my mother before me, I've always warned Molly that some day, her little sister is going to take umbrage to being pushed around, and fight back.
In my case, I was eight or ten and my sister was four or six, and I was hassling her, and she hauled off and punched me. A straight-from-the-shoulder jab directly to my solar plexus, which taught me the meaning of "knock the wind out" and has given Mom something to laugh about for nearly twenty-five years now.
And that's what I expected Maggie would come up with. A right hook to the jaw, a sweep of the leg, a good solid pummel. The girls get really rowdy together, they wrestle and they roll and Molly doesn't hesitate to take advantage of her mental superiority and almost always initiates it, and unless it looks like it's really going to result in injury, I've been letting them work it out, knowing that any day now, Maggie's going to step up and show Molly's who's boss, and then Molly's going to learn a valuable lesson about getting physical with her sister. And it happened, finally, yesterday. But how?
Hairpulling. Big shiny clumps of golden tresses.
It happened again today. And pinching, too. I expect scratching to happen tomorrow.
Anyway, letting them solve their own fighting problem isn't working out so hot. Or is it? I'm open to suggestions.