The Many Faces of London

Today was a shopping day.

I can’t think of much more boring than shopping, except maybe watching paint dry — from a distance.

Esther, of course, is keenly aware of this, so she made it her purpose to entertain me. We did it, mostly, by making faces.

I can hear it now:

“So Esther, what did you do in London?”

“Made faces with my dad.”