School just ended, so I took T out for our traditional, celebratory breakfast this morning — second year in a row we’ve done this. (Cari and Sean started this tradition many years ago.)
While we were driving to IHOP, I mentioned to her that this was a “celebratory” breakfast in honor of another great school year. She wasn’t sure what “celebratory” meant and asked me what it means. I told her, and she understood, then she came back with this:
“It sounds like a word for a labratory where they study celery.”
Indeed, it does.