Small boy: Are we really looking for love?
His Mother: Yes we are.
Small boy: Where is it?
His Mother: We’ll have to find out.
Small boy: What does it look like? I don’t know what love looks like*. Are we really looking for love?
His Mother: Yes we’re really looking for love.
Much later, we hear shouts of delight.
“We’ve found it! We’ve found love!”
I don’t know what love looks like either, but, like the small boy, I also recognised it when I found it.
*Yes, he really said that. It produced lots of wry smiles and rolling of eyes from nearby adults, as you can imagine. His Mum kept a straight face though.