Little Wesley and I over pizza, fries, and chicken strips in the Ontario Science Centre cafeteria:
Me: So where are you going on this school field trip? High Park?
Him: Yeah! We're going to have a picnic! And go to a petting zoo!
Me: Sweet. What else are you guys doing to do?
Him: The teacher says we can play, and run, walk--
Me: What about dancing? Everyone loves to dance. Except me.
Him: I don't think she said dancing. I don't think you can dance in the park.
Me: Of course you can. You can dance where and when you want to. Like right here. Now. Dance now.
Him: [Giggles those oh-you-so-sillay giggles] No! You dance!
posted at 6:05:28 pm
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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