Possum was provoked by her statement and assumed his "possum" expression: his nose becomes longer and pointier, his eyes turn into little slits, and his head seems to flatten. He transforms into a ferocious arboreal marsupial; no one would mistake him for Javier Bardem (as happens all the time when he's in a better mood).
Smacking him in the head when he's in a state is seldom a good idea.
Wendy found this out the hard way.
I was sorry to discover that neither of my youngsters is a Quaker by nature. They have no principles of tolerance, non-violence, pacificism, or reaching agreement by consensus.
They believe in trying to bite each other's head off.
Still, she puts up a good fight. But Possum despairs of her political ignorance.
I keep telling him we must excuse her lack of judgment because she's not even 2 years old. Thomas Jefferson wasn't built in a day. And he wasn't covered in adorable little splotches.