My little sister, Cate, is a pistol. She works in an industry where she deals with Teamsters all day, and usually leaves them crying. There is no contract she can't negotiate, no problem she can't solve, and no budget she can't cut. Oh, and she does it all while wrapped in a very cute, small, bright red haired package. That is why we call her the badger.
Think about it. Badgers look cute. Cuddly even. There are badger stuffed animals. However, cross them, and they will rip out your throat. Cate can be described the same way. Honestly, I am surprised that badgers haven't started calling themselves "Cates."
Tonight, the badger called to talk to Meg. We put the phone to Meg's ear, and she started with her new greeting of "hiiiii." Cate started talking, telling Meg about her day, and Ryan and I started urging Meg to say "badger."
And then she did.
It wasn't totally clear, more like "badder," but Cate heard it, and it melted her heart. Yes, even the badger has a heart.
Maybe those Teamsters will get a break tomorrow. I doubt it though.