I only have five minutes to write, so I will be very brief and say that Loli has taken to attacking Flaco. Whatever chance she gets, she flings herself at him - and my son, this long, lean boy of mine, he holds perfectly still and feebly hollers "Hhhelp! Me esta atacando Loli! Auxilio!" And Matt and I cover our mouths and keep our laughter quiet; we turn our backs and pretend to be busy so he can't see our faces. I suppose it's not all her doing either, truth be told. If we're holding her, and Flaco walks by, we often kind of lurch her onto him, tumbling him to the ground. (Should I have told such a secret?) And he lays there pinned and announces that he's been struck, while Loli wildly screeches in delight that she's playing with her brother. (He knows he's supposed to be gentle with her, so in obedience he stays lays there like a slug, waiting for someone to come to his rescue.) Which of course is us; we come and valiantly scoop away the Tiger, and he thanks us for defending him. A dirty trick, is it not? But oh so funny.