sparkles

Today Jonah looked at my crazy new shirt — a tank top with an elephant meditating on a lotus flower, the whole caboodle COVERED in rhinestones; it’s quite tasteful, really — as we were standing in the sunlight, me holding him in my arms, little bits of light flicking off the shirt, dancing on the walls, the table, in the dining room and he said:

Sparkles. Lovely. (Bark-uls. Luf-el-ee.)