Today I took my wife to the movies. Two people in front of us in line for tickets were a mom and her (?) three daughters. The daughters were maybe three and four years old and an older one about five or six. My wife noted that the little girls each had a little bag of Pirates Booty and a canned soda.
One of the younger girls, the 4 year old (?) had just finished her soda and was giddily wandering over to a nearby trash can. She was going to throw her can away. When she walked away, her little sister (or friend) also walked with her. Then an amazing thing happened. The older daughter followed the two little girls.
The soda girl threw away her can and returned with her other sister back to mom. The look on the older sister's face told the tale. She had an expression that I call "responsifortitude" - that duty and responsibility, that chore. And the look, the precious look, she had was one of frustration and annoyance that she had to look after the little ones.
D.
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