Earlier this week, Emily caught a glimpse of the infinite. She was playing in the bathtub with a paint brush of the watercolor variety, and the paint was flaking off the wooden handle.
“What are those black flakes in your bathwater,” I asked.
“That’s just some paint off my paint brush. We’d have to use another paint brush to fix it. I guess they used another paint brush to paint it when they made it.
(Light dawns over blonde pigtails.)
And they had to use another paint brush to paint that paint brush, and another paint brush to paint that one, and another paint brush, and another and another and another and another, and it just keeps going like that forever!”