This is a real snippet from our family dinner together on Saturday:
Luc – Jordan, did you try the creme brulee?
Jordan – Yes
Luc – How did it taste?
Jordan – Oh. Like falling in love.
Luc – No, not a metaphor. How did it really taste?
Jordan (casting her eyes to the ceiling and looking dreamy – a pregnant pause, and then…) Like a warm pine cone.
She’s my little poet.