"Um, Princess, you're sitting on my foot."
Four years ago, he was the house bully. Yet, it took only two nights, with only positive efforts, to teach him not to bully her for her dinner. It was such a powerful lesson, that each night after that, he would finish his dinner and seek me out searching for his praise for doing the right thing by leaving her to her own bowl.
How the tables have turned. They each still eat peacefully side by side. Until Second Dinner--those two or three bites left in our plates--is served. Now, she finishes first, then invites herself over to his plate to nibble along with him. And he allows it. Part of me wants to laugh at all this knowing how bullish he once was.
"Girls rule and boys drool. Let that be your lesson today."
But I know I'll need to teach her that same lesson of respect. Some day.