This morning at the breakfast table, the teenagers were becoming visibly annoyed by the antics of their seven-year-old brother. Isn't it interesting that what strikes some as funny and cute can strike others as irritatingly obnoxious? I quickly pointed out how lucky they were to have a younger brother... most of their peers, I pointed out, probably barely thrive in what must be a dull home life, because they lack the spontaneity a seven year old brings to the dinner table (in our case, breakfast), a car ride, family gatherings, etc. I could see that they were pondering this, and then the conversation shifted elsewhere. When we had all completely forgotten the topic, oh, maybe 5 or 10 minutes later, a rather witty and clever daughter brought to the table
"you don't know know how lucky you are to have an eleven year old sister."
True that, Leeli-pants.
We are lucky indeed.