Having a conversation only they can understand

My friend, Johanna, and her son Nico are visiting SLC for a few weeks and came over last night for dinner. Nico joined Leta in her new favorite space, the ledge of the giant window in our living room, and there they exchanged paragraphs of incomprehensible dialogue. Although I did catch a few “Cinderellas” and “Ariels” and “beautiful princess dresses” and it was during those sentences that Nico’s eyes glazed over. I HEAR YA, NICO.