Usually the bigger one is running full steam ahead, into the fray. Last Saturday her little sister joined in for the first time, and suddenly someone was very protective. The baby loved those shiny brass plates in the ground, even though we warned her repeatedly that water randomly shoots up from them. And when the water came (strong, and without warning) she backed up with fear – and straight into the arms of her big sister. That morning was the turning point I realized. For the first time the little one needed the bigger one, and the bigger one has wanted nothing more in this world than to be needed.