One day when Little Sister was sick, she, Dad and I were hanging in the living room watching movies.

She grew uncomfortable and asked Dad a rather simple question. "Can I have those pillows?" she asked, pointing at the pillows under Dad's head.

"I'm using them," he argued.

"She's sick," I said. "You have to bow down to her."

While she nodded, Dad looked at me and said, "But KC, I have bad knees."