I was sitting by myself in the airport, across the aisle from a young mother and her four-year-old daughter. The daughter had apparently been receiving a gift every time she got on an airplane, because she was trying to convince her mom to give her the next gift early. She knew it was in the mom’s bag and was sneakily coming up with excuses for opening the bag. The mom was having none of it. Finally, the mom got out two little stuffed pandas, apparently an earlier gift. The one was a large panda that could velcro its arms around the smaller panda.
The little girl held up the larger panda and announced, “Momma! This one is the sister!”
Not the mommy, not the daddy, not the brother, but the sister.
I liked that.