Answer:
I am pinched by grandmas
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
I am a mini solar powered computer.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise through battles fought with heart and mind instead of with my gaze.
I can be swallowed, but I can also swallow you. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.