Stop looking at your sister

I spent five years in college, and I look at my shiny degree every day that I am at work.

I had the following conversation a few weeks ago.

My favorite red-headed child, little L, was looking at her sister.

Her sister: "Aunt Monica, L is looking at me."

Me: "L, stop looking at your sister."

L: "Monica, K is looking at me."

Me: "Why don't both of you stop looking at each other."

The threenagers are now fournagers.