We were staring out a window, sat on the back of our couch, my five year old son and I, watching snowflakes fall and settle on the ferns in our front yard. "What do you think about going to the New York City Museum of Modern art?" I asked him. I continued quickly, so as not to let the idea pass, "I can show you my favorite painting, then you can find yours!"
His eyes went wide and he asked me, "Really? How will I know it?"
"You'll know it when you see it," I replied with a smile.