what we repeatedly do

Thalia licks the rim of her bowl.

Nia gulps a gallon of spring air through her nose.

“Whaaaaat?!”

“Manners.”

“We’re alone… in our kitchen…” Cal presses her thumb into her jaw bone and drums her fingers on her cheek.

“And I — have a no chia seed left behind policy!” Tal gives another lick to make her point, then puts her dish in the sink.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then is not an act, but a habit.
~ Aristotle