Yesterday I took Desmond and Nini to MOMA, where they seemed underwhelmed by everything except the promos for the Tim Burton exhibit (which was sold out). However, our journey uptown was not without event. Instead of the D train we were waiting for, a strange train of what looked like ordinary subway cars, minus the windows, drove without stopping through the station. I told them that this was a ghost train, taken only by ghosts.

Laura: Ghost trains don't stop at the regular stations.

Nini: No, they only stop at haunted stations, at bridges and tunnels.

Laura: True.

Nini: Where are the ghosts on the ghost train going?

Laura: I don't know.

Nini: Probably to a party, a big party with cake.

Laura: Do ghosts eat cake? I didn't think ghosts could eat food.

Desmond: It's ghost food. Probably cake that somebody else has already eaten

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Nini : I want you to promise me something.

Laura: What is it?

Nini: If you go into a subway station, and a ghost train pulls in, I want you to promise me you will NOT get on it.

Laura: All right, I promise I won't get on a ghost train.

Nini: Not even if the doors are wide open?

Laura: Not even then.