Euclid's carpet

I wrote a short story once about a girl who would use the phrase, "It has a certain Euclidean purity," on dates as a litmus test for prospective husbands. Not to see if they knew what it meant, mind you, but to see if they would laugh at her for trying to sound pretentious. Anyway, pretensions aside, when my husband vacuums, the result does indeed have a certain Euclidean purity. The above is the end result of the hours he spent making our old apartment look as good as it did the day we moved in. The faux wood floors will not lend themselves to such artistry.
Harper has for a while now been extremely interested in automobiles. She enjoys them small and Matchbox, she enjoys them large and lined up in parking lots. Her favorites, in very specific order are:
1. Volkswagon Beetles (she calls them Beetlebugs)
1. (tie) Mini Coopers
2. Jeeps
3. Minivans
4. Porsches
5. Land Rovers
6. Ferraris

You will notice that her tastes run toward the high end. However, while she is pretty accurate with the others, any car that is red and even remotely sporty is a Ferrari. Because she has seen an actual Ferrari exactly once and it was red. There is also something of a blur between minivans and Land Rovers. In fact today on the way to the zoo she pointed to this very fancy orange Range Rover and said, "There's an orange minivan!! I LIKE that minivan. We should BUY that minivan." Then she changed her mind when she noticed the Porsche Cayenne right next to us. "I like that minivan too. Mommy, we should buy THAT minivan instead!" Ah, how the mighty are brought low. And as evidence that the low are, at times, exalted (and also that girls might be born with an innate ability to flatter boys) this little red Lexus coupe drove by us when we were out for a wagon ride a couple of weeks ago and she, much to the delight of the driver, who had his window down, started squealing, "A FERRARI!! MOMMY LOOK IT IS A FERRARI!!!"