This morning, while it was 10 degrees outside, Dave and I sat inside dividing up the New York Times between us. Also, I melted two bars of Cadbury Royal Dark Chocolate and made the real deal drinking chocolate. Because when it's 10 degrees, the powdered stuff won't do. I went right to the book review, where Annie Murphy Paul reviews Peggy Orenstein's new book Cinderella Ate My Daughter.
Miss C skipped in and climbed onto my lap. She studied the photograph which accompanies that review, and then asked, "Is that a Barbie? Or, a real live person?"
Jury's out on that one.