Last night. I’m at my computer writing. Emma walks past me.
Em: Have cereal and toast?
Me: Em, you just had dinner a little while ago.
Em: Time for cereal and toast?
Richard: What? No Em. You just ate.
Em: Emma’s hungry. Have cereal and toast.
It took three times, but then I understood. This wasn’t a question, this was a statement.
And with that, Emma went into the kitchen and fixed herself dinner #2 – cereal and toast, while Richard and I looked at each other and laughed.
Evening light – New York City, 2013