After Pearl’s bloody mishap on Sunday (she “kissed” a statue in Battery Park, leaving some lip behind), we had to wash her coat (and Greg’s). The blood did come out and it was pretty much as good as new (as is she, brave kid).
This morning, trailing alongside the car in the driveway, she noticed that her coat was suddenly not so clean. It was, in fact, filthy. “Mama,” she said. “You thought my coat would stay clean forever.”
“No,” I answered. “There’s only one thing I think lasts forever and that’s… well, what do you think I think it is?”
Aviva responded. “What do you think I think you think it is?”
I had to follow suit of course. “What do you think I think you think I think it is?”
“I think you think it’s love.”
Five points for the girl in the booster seat. “You know me so well,” I told her.
Pearl looked up. “What, Viva? Latkes?”
And we all burst out laughing. “Latkes are forever!”
“And farts,” V added. Obviously.
What do you think is forever?