Monday evening, in the car on the way to swimming lessons, windshield wipers clearing the snow off the glass, the radio off, talking. Rachel told us about going skating at the arena with her class for their field trip. Leah was talking about Barack Obama and how tomorrow he'd become the President of the United States, which her class had discussed that afternoon in current events.
Leah: Does he have kids, Mum?
Me: Yes, he has two daughters. Kind of like you two, but a bit older, I think.
Rae: What are their names?
Me (thinking): Ummm, one is called Malia...
Leah (repeating it): Ma-Leah?
Me: ....and I can't remember the name of the other one.
Rae: It's probably Ma-Rachel