Last night at Cipriani Dolci I suggested to the mother of my godson to order an Aperol Spritz.
She ordered one, but it was obvious that she didn’t like it because without emptying her glass she asked for red wine.
In the meantime my nine-year-old godson was talking with a 13-year-old female friend about touching women’s buttocks. I have to say that above all he loves to touch his mother’s buttocks, but perhaps this is perfectly healthy. (I love to give my mother a neck rub.)