Baby D often gets a hard time. He has two older sisters who poke him, prod him, sit on him, whack him, shake him. All in the name of love and affection of course. Rough love.
I keep trying to tell the girls that one day he'll be big and will be able to fight back. They look at me like: "Yeah, whatever."
I think his day of retribution is not far off. I think it's already begun.