Sometimes I wonder if The Boss could fall any further from the most proximate branches of her family tree. Take this recent manifestation of her altruistic nature in conversation with yours truly:
Me: I'm sooo hungry.
The Boss: Do you want dinner?
Me: Mmmm, yes.
The Boss: Do you want my dinner?
Me: No, thank you. Your dinner is for you.
The Boss: But I'm not hungry. You're hungry.
There's no way such sensitive logic could be a learned trait, not in our fend-for-yourself household. And if it's genetic, it almost certainly skipped a generation. In spite of--or maybe because of--that fact, I can't help but marvel at her perspective. She forces me to look at things differently. I appreciate that.