My middle child has never heard of the poem pertaining to the people who turned their heads the other way and said nothing…. but she sure sounded a bit familiar with the concept.

Daughter: When brother splashed water on me, you said nothing. When brother pinched my skin and made my finger bleed, you said nothing. When brother kicked me because he thought I was in his space, you said nothing.

In any event, I continued to say nothing because I was too busy trying to remember where the hell I had heard those familiar words.