I forgot to tell this hilarious story from the Fourth of July celebrations. When we set out to see the neighborhood fireworks, it was unclear whether it was going to rain, so N brought an umbrella. It was only when we got to the gathering place from which people like to watch that I realized that the umbrella he’d grabbed was the British flag umbrella I had bought in London.
Of all the umbrellas in the world, a Union Jack one is, without a doubt, the worst one to bring to this particular celebration. N had absolutely no idea what I was on about when I tried to explain. I so love him for his complete obliviousness. He inhabits a world of his own and graces us with visits infrequently. As they say, true stardom lies in being able to administer yourself in small dosages.
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