I was sitting in the garden, enjoying the gentle Californian sunshine with my five-year-old daughter, who was fluttering around my chair like a butterfly. She was having her favorite after-school snack, a popsicle. Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. Her gaze was somewhere between inquisitive and penetrating. In the light, her eyes were the color of caramel. She grinned a little and announced completely out of the blue, ‘Mommy, you like shopping but not for food.’
How is it that she knows me this well already?