"She's not being nice!" he wailed.
"Mayor, don't let her take away your power."
Remembering the strategy, The Mayor sucked in a gulp of air and righted his ship.
He is learning to master of his own composure.
The Rooster is skilled at pushing his buttons.
She can make The Mayor cry by saying,
"You're not my friend! You can't come to my birthday party!"
[Her birthday is in August, but this threat works all year-round.]
Lately, this thing about holding on to your own power has really been working for us.
When Roo has a go at The Mayor, we remind him that she's doing it specifically for the sport of making him mad.
"If you allow her to make you angry," we tell him, "then she wins."
The Mayor, addicted to winning, finds his poker face and steals himself to his sister's wicked taunts.
"Try to make me angry," he dares her.
When she starts in on him again he remains passive and still, unaffected.
"You're winning now," I whisper to him.
He won't betray his game face, but I see the slightest smile at the corner of his mouth.
His sister scowls, her fun has ended.