Once upon a time when I was the elder brother, I used to teach my sibs things I thought were cool.

At some point I told my sister about constellations, and Orion the Hunter in particular, and even more specifically about the three stars that make up his belt.

At some later point, we were outside again and she pointed up to them and said:

“Mr. O’brien’s belt, right?”

The way I remember it, my mirth was contained and my correction was gentle–in any case I must have done okay by her because she tells the story on herself to this day, happily.

I love her for that, among other things.