In the middle of middle-school homework, an intense on ancient philosophers ensued.
Who was the greatest?
Who was the wisest?
Who knew the most and said it in the most precise way?
Heavy stuff when you’re in seventh grade and you spent the last thirty minutes telling me plaid and hair bumps were in this fall.
“My favorite is the one who reminds me of when I was little,” one of the twins announced mid-conversation.
“When you were little?” I said. “Which one? Socrates? Aristotle?”
“Nope,” she said. “I like the one called Playdough.”
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