
“Mason, stop eating your sister!”
It was 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning and my 4-year-old son was, in his words, “EATING POPPY, MOMMMMMEEEEE!!,” screeching chomp-chomp as he nibbled at her with his dinosaur toy (pic above). His baby sister took the tormenting in stride, at first — but I could tell she was about to scream.…
