It's Moran's birthday soon. She's not nearly as old as me (what's thirty-three minus three?) but we decided to go out to celebrate our joint aging today with some gorgeous sushi washed down with ice cream.
Of course, given that I'm babysitting, Claire had to come along too. "You have a beautiful baby," someone in the restaurant said as they walked past. "Thank you," I replied. What else was I going to say?
By the time Moran got into a conversation with another mother in the ice cream shop about hair products for babies I wondered if things had gone too far...
Just one more little bit of smoked salmon...
The unspoken bond between mother and daughter.
