The Nest

Klara picked up some acorns at the park and gave them to me.

“Hide them in the nest, Mommy,” she said.

“Where is the nest?” I asked.

“It’s in your bra,” she explained.

She has noticed, of course, that like a typical Ukrainian peasant woman, I hide small objects like her pacis, toys, and even my cell phone in my bra and decided to call it “the nest.”

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