Dom and I are still eating dinner, Bella has decided she’s done and is running around and occasionally eating a bite from my plate. Sophia is in the baby rocker on the floor next to my chair.
I look down and see Bella holding her dolly by both arms, dangling the doll right by Sophia’s feet. Sophia, as usual, is kicking strongly with both feet. And thus is pummeling poor dolly’s head. I laughingly describe the scene to Dom on the other side of the table.
“Bullies!” he exclaims.