Definite preferences

Today as I scurry around doing bare-bones tidying to prepare for an afternoon playdate and weekend family gathering, I dropped a Jim Gill CD in for the girls to dance around while I swept. As I pulled out their selected album, a Beatles CD fell out of the case and rolled onto the floor.

It barely had to cease motion for Nora to recognize it. She was stricken. "No, Mama! No 'Jude'!" I guess preferences can be galvanized rather early on. Sorry, Ian.