I feel I was a little harsh on the T-Bone yesterday. It is tough to parent a three year sometimes without the help of narcotics. Tough to be three too. The mental picture of Ted's face crumpling into tears when he knows he is about to get busted for something he really didn't mean to do is heartbreaking. He cannot help doing this crazy naughty shit lately. And he has to get into trouble for it, or he will end up some kind of hideous little emperor. But at time it feels like punishing a Labrador puppy and it is not good for the mama's soul.
Teddy doesn't want to put his sister in the compost every day. Sometimes he tries to behave like he thinks he should. 'Bubba,' he fake-croons in imitation of the rest of the family. 'You're a good baby. Is that a nice sandwich?' It's play-acting, though. When the coast is clear he'll take possession of that sandwich and neck it back like nobody's business.
Where Ivy sees an adorable doll to be carted around and treated with loving condescension, Ted sees a big baby who pulls his hair and tries to eat his Sparkle World magazine. He is blessed to have an older and a younger sister, and they will always occupy different emotional spaces. Ted wants to be Ivy. Mostly, he wants to put Georgie in the compost.
But Teddy is kind and gentle by nature, and despite himself, he will come to protect and cherish his little sister one of these days. If for no other reason than she is the only one who will attend his outdoor recorder festival.