This was not okay with Magnolia. Though she wanted to sit next to her infant sister, she did not want Kaleia to touch her.
Magnolia (pulling away and giving Kaleia a dirty look): "Arm!"
Me: "Magnolia, it is okay. She is not hurting you."
Really, Magnolia? Kaleia's tiny little fingers, that are barely touching you, are causing you pain?
Magnolia scooted farther away, only to be followed by her sister's grabby hands.
I saw visions of invisible lines drawn as boundaries on couches and carseats. I heard games of "I'm not touching you" play out. I heard myself saying, "If you don't stop that I'm gonna turn this car right around and we're just gonna go home."
Or maybe that was just a flashback from my childhood...