Will was working late, so it was just Katie and me at the dinner table. I had gone too long without eating, busy writing or not writing and worrying about not writing, so I ate without speaking, solely focused on my food. It was like that for a couple of minutes when Katie interrupted the silence between us.
"Mommy, did you know that giants think trees are broccoli and ants think broccoli are trees?"
She stabbed a broccoli spear with her fork and stared at me with a triumphant gleam in her eye. I smiled, my answer. She took a bite, tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and said, "Mmm. Trees."