There were never such devoted sisters . . ."
|Mopsy: Hey, Sissy, come sit with me. No, no, don't leave. Let me hold on to your arm, just in case you get any bright ideas about making a break for it.|
|Baby: Uh, Mom? I am feeling extraordinarily uneasy about this situation.|
|Baby: Still not feeling real great about this. She's really holding on pretty tight.|
|Mopsy: Look, I'll let go a little bit. See? you are totally free to move around.|
Baby: Uh, okay . . .
|Mopsy: Hang on there, chick. You ain't that free to move around.|
|Mopsy: I'll give you FIVE little reasons to stay on this sofa with me. Bam.|
Baby: Mom, are watching this? Are you just going to take pictures or are you going to step in?
|Mopsy: There, see? We've reached a happy medium. |
Baby: Sure, fine, whatever.
Oh, my girls. They crack me up.
And don't worry about Baby. She more than holds her own against the very hands-on love of Mopsy. She's got teeth, she loves to pull hair, and she is nearly the same size. That evens the playing field quite a bit.