This is giving me flashbacks.

When I was a wee thing, I had a big brother who was (or seemed, anyway) proportionately this much bigger than me. And he used to beat up on me just like this. Your pity is welcome. Meanwhile, rest assured Izzy can hold her own much better than I could.

By the way, sorry for the delay in posts -- I was out of town again. But I'm back, and blogtastically recharged.