My sister Sarah called today and asked about Tina and the chocolates–she had sent Tina an enormous box of high-quality chocolates as a belated birthday present. To make them last, my wife and I decided to give the chocolates to Tina only as a reward for a visit to #2 Potty Lane.
Just recently, as it happens, Tina looked up from her play and said, quite randomly, “Papa, my chocolates are from Sarah.”
So I was able to report both the good news and the bad news. The good news is that Tina–though only three years old–definitely associates the chocolates with her aunt Sarah. The downside is, she tends to think of the chocolates–and thus of Aunt Sarah–in connection with a particular constrictive feeling in the lower abdomen.
But Sarah was cool with that. As a long-distance aunt, she’s takin’ what she gets.
