The kids are playing together more these days and that is...a nice thing. But somedays Carson just likes to watch his sister move the dolls around the playground or the city. Somedays he just wants to stim with bendy guy while looking at his favorite book. The other day, I heard a "ruckus" in the living room while cleaning in the kitchen. I walked in and my lovely daughter has her brother's hair in her grasp. And when she sees me - she just smiles. It takes every ounce of strength in my soul to not scream at her and smack her (my maternal instinct is very conflicted at that precise moment - protecting one child and scaring another). I pry his hair from her hand, comfort him, make her apologize and help him understand that he cannot pull her hair in retaliation. I take her aside - after her timeout - and ask "why were you pulling his hair?" And she told me "Well, because he just won't play with me." Ooooh. I explained about different ways of playing, etc. and she felt better - but I can see her starting to learn already about sibling "issues".