"Why is this cup constellating?" the sweet girl asked me tonight at the dinner table.
"Why is it what?" I asked.
"Why is there constellation on the outside of this cup?" she asked again, tracing the wet drops with her finger.
"Oh!" I said. "You mean condensation!"
I do love our daughter's way with words. She uses them so boldly, even when she's not quite sure if she's got the right one on the tip of her tongue.
One of my other favorites, which she used to say quite regularly, is "sequences."
You know, sequences...those bright shiny things you use to decorate clothes and purses.