Our children have become deft in the art of bartering and only deal in the currency of coke and gelato. Want to go to ______ ? Can I have a gelato? Would you like to see _____? Can I have a coke when we get there?
I think they have both consumed more pop since we’ve been here than they have in their entire lives. Maybe this is their umbilical cord to the familiar in an otherwise unfamiliar place? I’m not sure but I am one step away from carrying around a toothbrush in my back pocket. Something has got to give. Rehab maybe. I’ll keep you posted.