This evening, I spent some rare time one-on-one with Vivi while Julia went to her new dance class. We had some good fun dancing to the new Justin Roberts CD - she can specify at least three different songs - and being silly, but bathtime was an ordeal. First, she refused to get undressed, calling "Booah! Booah!" ("Julia! Julia!") and then, once I finally got her in the water, patting the spot in the tub where Julia usually sits and continuing to call for her, even more mournfully. Scrub, scrub, rinse, rinse and we were done, but by this time she was bright pink - the color of the Twitter feed badge at left - from all the weeping. Helping her into her jammies and asking her to help set up her room calmed things down again, and she ended up going to bed relatively quietly, if not quickly. The poor girl missed her sister a lot.