Saturday, October 6, 2012

October 6, 2012

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.

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