Boy one and girl one are really bonded to Misty, I say to my husband thinking no one is listening. Everybody does their part, but for boy two and girl two, it’s not the same.
What does bonding mean? asks girl two (who is on a self imposed vocabulary investigation of staggering proportions these days).
Well, I say trying to think, if you’re bonded to something it means it’s something that’s really important to you. Everybody likes Misty, but to boy one, Misty is one of the things in a circle of things most important to him in the world. You like Misty, but not in the same way.
Ok, says Girl two. She sits thinking with eyes fixed while the rest of eat, then turns to her sister, serious.
I think I’m bonded to macaroni and cheese, she says.