I had four packets of peanuts that my sister Alice gave me a few days ago. They were actually leftovers from our eldest sister's and brother-in-law's previous visit. I gave two to two little boys who live on the compound and who were playing outside our small loggia. They ran off happily with the packets. Two minutes later, while I was washing dishes, two little girls, one of them a mere toddler, came knocking on our door. I gave them the two, remaining packets.

I love little girls who demand equal rights and know how to assert themselves.