When I grow up, I’m going to have a cafe called Cuppa. Everything will be served in cups. Cups and spoons, that will be my entire inventory of serving accouterments.
There will be no bowls, no plates, no saucers. Just cups. All of the menu items will be cup-friendly.
This is my dream: a world in which everything can be eaten with a spoon.
Also, cups and spoons are a lot more fun to wash than forks and giant plates. Who’s with me?
My all-of-the-sudden-she-is-five-years-old Marganit also has a dream for when she grows up. She told her preschool teacher on Monday a theme that she has been repeating to us for a while. “When I grow, I want to be a bagger,” she says. And, second to that: “a scientist.”
She’ll be a good bagger, too. She loves to put things in bags. Bags. Everywhere. Bags are her cups.
I should start gearing her up for her career field with specially designed Tetris tests. If my cup dream can’t come true, the least I can do is make my daughter’s bagger dream come true.