Today, while riding in the car to the Swiss Pork Store, we passed a restaurant called “Tasty Crêpes.” My father turned to me and says, “Tasty creeps? Now there’s a store I’d want to avoid!”
In a annoyed voice, Pippa protested, “Dad! It’s crêpes, not creeps!”
And so began a banter of “Creeps!” “No, crêpes!”
Then, just like a ten-year-old boy, my father gleefully said, “Infinite creeps. I win!”
I just rolled my eyes and said, “Turn left on River.”
But on days like today when I feel so sad my stomach hurts, these little moments are just what I need for a pick-me-up.