My godmother Annie and I took Maren to The King's English Bookshop this morning. We wandered slowly from room to room, picking up and setting down dozens of titles and talking the whole time about the best things we've read lately. Fun for adults, for sure, but not great entertainment for a two-year-old. Still, Maren was remarkably patient, looking around each room. In one room, she spotted a bust of William Shakespeare and said, "That's Barack Obama's friend, Mama."
"Barack Obama's friend? Really?" We assured her that he was Shakespeare, and giggled over her precocity, and walked out of the room without thinking about it again.
Until I saw this picture:
See the resemblance?
Of course, now she's huddled in a heap on the floor, sobbing, because she can't articulate what she wants us to do with the ballerina costume she's wearing, but she does have occasional moments of brilliance.
1 comment:
sad moment... i had to mouse over the picture of Biden to know who it was... only because it was a weird angle... i guess i thought he looked like Shakespeare too?
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