It’d been a long day for the kids. Their mother, a post modern art enthusiast had taken them first to the museum and then to her friend’s art exhibit.
“An afternoon wasted.” 13 year old James mumbled.
12-year-old Susan replied pointing to the sidewalk saying in posh nasal tones, “And this I call: “My Lolly Fell In The Dirt!” it represents the uncertainties of life’s fortunes.”
James caught onto the game quickly. They commented on odd bits of trash found along their path, giggling.
Their mother listened ruefully then said: “Ok, understood. Let’s go for ice-cream and pizza.”