Warm, radiant afternoon after days and days of rainy gloom,
the girls bursting with born-again good intention.
“I want to eat more vegetables. Carrots and broccoli and green beans,”
Giulia announces from her car seat.
Isabella jumps in: “I want to drink only milk, NOT chocolate milk.”
Giulia: “I’ll sleep in my bed all night.”
Isabella: “Hey, I know! Let’s listen to the kind of jazz with no singing.”
two helpings of spinach.