“You say ‘a picture’s worth a thousand words’. But Uncle Mick’s blind.”
Annabelle looked distressed. She held a stack of photos of her friends and her at the park in the passenger seat next to me.
We parked and she jumped out.
Annabelle grabbed a pen and notepad and sat next to Mick. She started describing the top picture from the stack and made tick marks on the paper, counting her words.
After several ticks, she looked disappointed. “I guess this one’s only worth thirty-two words,” she said, flipping to the next picture and starting a new line of tick marks.