My daughters were into the dress up clothes, I could hear the clippity clop of plastic heels on hardwood. As I reached the top of the stairs, though, I saw this sad sight. My baby butterfly tearfully informed me that she couldn't find any sparkly shoes. Instantly, my Curly Q appeared in a doorway, handing sparkly shoes to her little sister with a smile. Shoes, I am certain, Curly Q had just been wearing. And then, for good measure, she did a little butterfly jig for cheering up.
It isn't always like this, but occasionally we have these magic moments.
And then I am jealous, for I don't have any sisters.