For about a year ago (in February 2011) Day and Jo played tug-of-war. Again, the match was funny to watch.
She pushes him, she pulls him, the younger girl always triumphs over her big brother. I take only one video, but they play many, many times and the outcome is always the same.
When I said I wanted her to be strong, I didn’t mean for her to be this strong!
Either that or Day is frightfully weak.
But I don’t think it’s a case of muscle power alone, because Day is capable of carrying NTUC bags of rice and what-not up the stairs for me (which Jo claims are too heavy).
It’s also a case of how much they want to win.
I understand Day. I think – Ah, heck, what’s so important about winning? – and I let it all go in a fit of laughter. I’m terribly uncompetitive.
KK understands Jo. They think – we must win at all cost. He says, she will make a great sportsman if she can (or if he can teach her to) channel that spirit in the right way.
As for Lu. She’s such a delicate puff I ban her from getting too near when her siblings are brawling. One accidental whack and her bones may break.