Big sister level 999

I was planning to write something else today but then this just happened.

This morning, while I was still in bed catching up on some sleep (ahem, rough couple of nights with a feverish baby), Kirsten quietly levelled up on her big sisterly powers. She went and washed Finn’s poopy bum all by herself. My 6-year-old cleaned my 2-year-old’s poopy bottom. I’m still letting that sink in, y’all. She discovered that Finn had pooped in his diaper and instead of holding her nose and yelling for one of us to sort it out, she took him by the hand, brought him to the toilet and got. it. done.

Big sister level 999.

I asked her why she didn’t wake me up to do it and she said “I know you’re tired so I just let you sleep.”

That she is knows how to do this is pretty remarkable but that she wanted to do it without being asked to…seriously, I have no words. I mean, most big sisters don’t mind holding the baby or singing to them for a few minutes. Giving up toys? Sharing snacks? Letting them drool all over your possessions? Okay. But even big sisterly duties have a line and scraping poop off your baby brother’s bottom is way across that line.

How did I manage to luck out with this girl? I can’t even.

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This reminds me – a few nights back, I had Kirsten and Finn snuggled up in bed with me and Kirsten leaned over to kiss her brother on the cheek.

“Don’t kiss my cheek, jie jie!”

“Why not??”

“I only want momma, I don’t want you.”

Not cool. I had to tell Finn he couldn’t say things like that. “Hey, don’t say that, you want…”

Kirsten interrupted. “It’s ok, I still want you.”

“You know Finn doesn’t mean it right? He adores you.” I whispered to Kirsten.

“I know,” she whispered back. “Babies just like to talk nonsense. I know I’m his favourite sister.”

PS. **IF** I ever have another kid, it’s because I have this girl on my team.

**The IF represents a very small probability. Pretty much close to zero. Although another girl would be ridiculously cute. And awesome. Okay, my ovaries are out of control. I should stop now before the husband gets a cardiac arrest reading this.