bread is, and milk, and a ball, a dog, a helicopter, a tree, a car, a lawn mower, a cell phone, a gun. They look to you to tell them about everything, basically. The whole wide world. The meaning of everything. As if you knew. Every year on their birthday you bake a cake for this person you gave birth to, and at Christmas you fill their stocking, after driving around for hours in terrible traffic probably—a blizzard?—to find the one toy they want more
