“I dreamt about food processors last night. And also, Abe Lincoln.”
“What do you think that means?”
“That Abe has a hankering for pesto and would like me to have all appropriate tools necessary to whip some up for him?”
“Yeah, it probably does mean that.”
“Or the ghost of Abe Lincoln is taking over Santa’s job and will be bringing me a food processor come Christmas?”
“That’s totally plausible too!”
“Or it’s that I’ve been watching way too much West Wing lately and I almost bought a food processor on Sunday, remember?”
“Yeah, but, how realistic is that?”
“You’re right, Mom. You are right.”
