"She'll order the most expensive thing."

When I was ten, my dad took my older sister and me to visit our other sister and her husband in California.

My sister and her husband took us out to eat, and as I was perusing the menu (which was full of unfamiliar items), I heard my one sister whisper to the other, "Watch: she'll order the most expensive thing."

Which I then unintentionally proceeded to do, because I could no longer see the menu through the tears in my eyes.

I am now fifty years old, and that story pretty much sums up the relationship I have with my much older sisters.