A few days ago, my family was wandering the ruins of the Roman Forum. I explained to my daughters that the fragments of pillars around us were very old. Veronica, who is four, wanted to know how old.
They were made before she was born, I explained. Before her sister Charlotte was born.
Before Charlotte was born? she asked.
Actually, before I was born, I said. They were built before I was born, and fell down before I was born.
