Rio: I want my cards Mama. The ones in your basket.
(she points to my basket of Tarot decks. I give her the “starter deck” that I let her play with sometimes.)
Rio: What is this man doing?
She’s holding out the Death card, showing a cartoonish image of a skeleton with a massive scythe reaping skulls and body parts from a battelfield.
Me: I don’t know darling. What do you think he’s doing?
Rio: I think he’s shoveling snow.
She then proceeded to pick out cards (the moon, the seven of cups, the eight of cups and the six of pentacles) and urgently place them in front of me, describing what the figures in the cards were doing and telling me that the two cups cards represented a choice I had to make and that it might be scary but it was still my choice. I’m pretty confident that she’s never seen me actually read the cards for another person, though she’s certainly seen them around and seen me study them and write notes about them. Wild.
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