Robin and I were at Pho Grand waiting to be seated. It was a nice night and we were sitting on the bench just outside the entrance anticipating our number coming up. As we sat there a family was leaving. It consisted of both parents, and two children. I only discovered the gender of one child from her voice as I would have had to turn around to see them. The father and daughter were discussing whether or not a bath before bedtime was needed. The father was of the opinion that one was not. The daughter’s opinion differed. I could not hear her reasoning, but was able to intuit her logic a minute later upon the father’s reply.
“Glitter is not dirt,” he said.
Apparently they had been someplace where glittered had been applied before going or perhaps there.
I do think that will be my new motto, “Glitter is not dirt.”