Clara was the last to arrive in the bedroom for my evening reading session last night. So, her brother was already curled on the bed with only his face visible inside the cocoon of blankets, and Lydia was lying on the floor drawing a woman onto a sequined pillow with her finger. Clara closed the door as she entered and made her way to the bed, and as she stepped over her sister, she purposely planted a foot on the younger girl’s leg and hopped over her, making a loud “Crunch!” noise and then laughing playfully. Lydia did not appreciate this and crumpled up into a fetal position like a soccer player that had just realized he was fouled. “Clara! Ou-wa-cha!”. I sighed and…