While we were riding the bus today, Iris said, “Iris and Mama saw the Eiffel Tower.” She was referring to a model outside an antique shop near our house. I ran with this and said, “Iris, would you like to go to Paris someday and see the real Eiffel tower? We could eat beef bourguignon and oysters and crepes.” Iris enthusiastically affirmed this idea.
About fifteen minutes later, we were walking up the hill toward home and I remembered that tonight we have plans for dinner at Red Line. I said…
Me: Hey, Iris, do you remember where we’re going to have dinner tonight?
Iris: At Paris!