The Little Paper

So, we’re sitting upstairs at a café across from Trinity Bellwoods, enjoying a latté (me) and a chocolate ice cream (the pip), when Piper says, “You know, it’s a lot like Balzac’s here, Mom. The one near Dad’s, not the other one.” And I nod and smile and then I realize, Holy Cow, I’ve so got a city kid. I mean I knew this, I’d had an aha! moment with her older sister several years before when she asked me what a driveway was, but still... this is a five year old who can seamlessly slip from “I’m a fairy puppy, a blue one.” to knowing the exact change for the streetcar; a girl who’s equally at home dancing at The Gladstone as she is navigating the woods in High Park.