Salience

On Mondays, I come home after class for an hour or two to eat lunch and spend some time with Allison Clare before I head back for a stretch in the office. Today, I had a little errand to run--getting doughnuts for a department meeting to celebrate a friend's birthday. I popped AC into her carseat, and we went to the Krispy Kreme drive-through.

I yelled my selections into the microphone, pulled around, and paid. The attendant handed the box and waxed paper bag through my car window, and then, as we were driving off, I heard a little voice pipe up chirpily from the back of the car, "Yummmm . . . French fries."

Sigh. The child has only visited the McDonald's drive-through once or twice in her entire life, but it clearly made an indelible impression. We go to the farmer's market every week, and does she say, "Yum . . . broccoli"? She does not.