Elizabeth, peering closely at Emily's face:
"Emmy, it looks like you're wearing fake eyelashes."
Emily, looks up from project, a bit baffled:
Elizabeth, quite serious, imparting 'wisdom'
as only a twelve year old can:
"Oh, that's a good thing. A really good thing."
Emily, trying to look serious, too:
"Oh. Well...err...thank you then, sweetie.
That's...*cough*...very nice of you to say."
* * * *
Little sisters are one of the dearest things on earth.