Lily decided to buy her father some wine for his birthday. At the wine shop, I asked, “What kind of wine do you want to get?” She considered her answer, then, with the keen eye of a scientist, observed, “I notice you two drink a lot of red and white wine.”
(As opposed to green and blue? Or is this an intervention?)
Then she turned around to find, right at five-year-old eye level, a bottle of Bandol rosé. “What color is that?”
“Pink. How about some pink champagne?”
Her immediate choice was Billecart-Salmon rosé, probably my favorite champagne ever, or second after the Cristal rosé. But we decided on a cheaper bottle of pink champagne, which was great. Good call, Putie.