Written over the door of the Italian supermarket is the word, “Ingresso.”
It means “entrance,” but I tried convincing Lola that Ingresso is actually the name of the store.
“Let’s go into Ingresso and pick up a few things.”
Lola doesn’t speak Italian the way I do, but she is my daughter, so she knows when to laugh.
“I know what you’re doing, Papa, and it’s n…