Bevan and I were picking MyMy, Sidney and Rosie up from school before soccer practice last week when MyMy caught sight of the American Express logo on the side of Bevan's freebie promotional sunglasses and exclaimed, to nobody in particular, "Oh my gosh I love American Express!"
"Really?" I asked, puzzled as to why a nine-year-old might have an affinity toward a financial services corporation. MyMy looked at B's sunglasses again and then bit down on the nail of her index finger before responding, "Oh no, I meant Panda Express. Their orange chicken is so good."