I took Grace and Ruby to see "Earth" in the theater. There were a family of elephants crossing the Kalahari desert, thirsty, ragged and "discouraged" as the narrator put it. Grace looked at me and with a shaky voice asked if there was any way we could "Bring all the African animals here and give them water. We have plenty and the poor things are so thirsty!" The girl has quite the compassionate heart. Ruby on the other hand, while the film showed the father Polar Bear being pummeled to his death by some nearby Walruses, ate popcorn by the handfuls. And sipped her soda.
And please let me add, Lillie fights as though her life is on the line. Her cousin has a brand new sister so she's been over at our place. She is 17 months and Lill stares her up and down like she's nothin'. Like, 'I will scream your face off if you even touch this doll stroller'. She's no stranger to oppression, my third child. But she did learn quickly that Simone doesn't let things lie. Give them a few years and I'm sure I'll be calling the cops.