This evening, our friend L came over to visit. She and her partner, L, have just returned from a trip to Paris. They brought Imogen a pink beret and an Eiffel Tower spinning top as birthday gifts. Imogen was delighted with both items.
At bedtime, when I was tucking her in, we had this conversation:
Imogen: Well Mommy, now I have no choice.
Me: No choice about what?
Imogen: I have to be an artist.
Me: Why's that?
Imogen: I have the hat. It makes me a real artist. I have no choice.