I learned Celeste (9) has a stuffed animal named Steve. Well, not “Steve” so much as “Sssssssteeeeeeeve.”
Why? I asked her.
“It just sounds cool,” she said as she squinted her eyes, nodded softly, and looked off to the right: “Sssssssteeeeeeeve.”
And there it is. THE moment I realized I have no idea what cool is.
