While I was putting my sweet child to bed, I needed to run downstairs and get her water bottle. I didn’t feel like lugging the little fist-eater, who was peacefully grinning. “Can I leave her with you for a moment?” I asked the Big Sister (we still need that new moniker, folks!). “You won’t pick her up or anything, right?” “No,” she said casually, “I won’t pick her up. I will just look at her in amazement.”