When my children were young, we periodically took overnight family vacations. One of the first ones was to Niagara Falls. Y-Chromo was about five. This may have been the first time we were away from home for something that wasn’t family-related. Yes, we’d stayed in hotels for Thanksgiving visits, but there was always the distraction of seldom-seen relatives on those occasions.
Y told everyone we met where we were staying: “Family-friendly” name of the chain. He always seemed to speak in advertising slogans.
The first morning, we were waiting to go to breakfast–my husband was probably in the shower or watching the news or something. Y turned to me. “Mommy, look at how the sunshine is spreading like butter on the wall.”
“Where did you hear that?” I asked him.
“Oh, I just saw the yellow sun on the wall and that’s what I thought of.”
Y inherited his mathiness from his dad’s side of the family, but that imagery came straight from his maternal genes.