Yesterday I took Mathilde, the 3 year old I look after, to the park. There was an older girl there who was trying to pick on her, push her off the play equipment, etc. Basically a brat trying to assert her assumed authority. I suprised myself at how angry I got with the child and how incredibly, fiercley protective I was over M. She drives me up the wall sometimes and in our short time of knowing each other she has peed on my foot twice. But already I would walk on hot coals for 'babachat'.