Katie: "Elizabeth, you have to be nice to people if you want them to be your friend."
Elizabeth, my 4-year-old niece: "He's not my friend! He's my brother!"
Katie: "Well, I'm friends with my brother."
Elizabeth: "I didn't know you had a brother!!"
Katie: "I do! I have..."
Three brothers? Two brothers? Three brothers but one died last week? It seems cruel to not count him, but it kind of feels like lying when I do.
Fortunately, a dragon fly whizzed by Elizabeth's head at that exact moment and she completely forgot about our conversation.
Unfortunately, I can't.