True, she was sitting in a floatie and I was pushing her around a little bay in the St. Lawrence River. She is, after all, a toddler and thus a crack literalist. But she’d hit on a metaphor for parenthood far more apt than she knew. I decided to make a little list of other metaphors drawn from her world:
- You are the valve to my sippy cup.
- You are the satin edge to my blankie.
Alas, like all trailers, I am a disappointing sequel to her beloved originality.