We were riding along in the car with our windows rolled up tight and the air-conditioner blasting. I don't usually use the a-c in the car, since I don't have any hair style to mess up, and I firmly believe that a good rush of wind will rid the car of dog hair and the smell of moldering goldfish crackers.
Annika says, "It really is hot, isn't it?"
A few seconds later she continues, "I think we should go to the pool."
Frankie gasps loudly. "Wow! That is exactly what I wanted to say!"
Me, from the front seat, "Well, then. I guess that proves you're sisters."
Frankie agrees, "Yes! It's like we're triplets!"
After a few moments, I try to explain the difference between twins, triplets, and just plain old sisters. Frankie, in the rearview, nods thoughtfully.
But I hear Frankie in the back seat, some time later, explaining to Annika that she felt it only right to include Cornelia, Annika's longstanding imaginary friend, in the sibling relationship. Annika understood completely.
I stand corrected.