A Train to Florida

As I was having dinner, Klara got dressed, packed a bag, grabbed a chair, placed it into a snow mound under the window, and sat down.

“What are you doing here in the cold?” I asked when I discovered her there after dinner.

“I’m waiting for a train to Florida,” she explained.

3 thoughts on “A Train to Florida

  1. โ€œ’Iโ€™m waiting for a train to Florida,’ she explained.”

    All right, Clarissa, this requires some of kind of-cause-and-effect explanation of your admittedly brilliant five-year-old-daughter’s behavior:

    EVERY single cable news channel tonight, from MSNBC and CNN to Fox News and “Tucker,” has been endlessly mocking Tom Cruz for his brain-dead decision to flee from frozen Texas to sunny Mexico with his daughters.

    Since you watch “Tucker” faithfully everyday, did Klara get the idea to head South from some television show…???

    Or was it from “genetic memory” from one of her ancestors who, unlike her mother, sees no joy in spraining her back while gleefully shoveling heavy wet snow off the driveway?

    Or was it temporary “reincarnation/possession” from a dead snow-hating relative (much more likely than the far-out “genetic memory” theory)?

    Or did Klara simply come up with the wise plan to leave the frigid hell of Illinois on her own?

    My bet is on the last guess! ๐Ÿ™‚


    1. We don’t watch TV with her. She’s too little. ๐Ÿ™‚ But we discuss traveling to Florida a lot. She’s already been to Florida five times, I think. Plus, the friends all go to Florida a lot. Everybody loves Florida!

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