The Milk Of Human Unkindness

(My younger daughter is lactose intolerant. Her big sister is not. Like all sisters, especially those about nine and six like mine are, they argue and fight sometimes.)

Me: *to my older daughter* “If you could be anyone for a day, who would you be?”

Older Daughter: “[Younger Sister], and I would drink a lot of milk so that she would have a tummy ache when she turned back into herself at the end of the day.”