We’re taking the kids to a show. There is a small interlude. We sit down with the kids to talk and have a drink.
Our youngest asks:
– Mom, is the show over?
– No, there’s the second part. This was just a break, an interlude.
– Oh…
– An interlude means…
– But I know, Mommy, what is an interlude because everytime we watch a cartoon at Grandma’s, we take a break to eat candy!
How I imagine diner at their Grandma’s.