The other afternoon, as I walked into the home of My Three Grandsons, I was handed a stack of paper by my 8 year old, Jace - before I could put my purse down.
"I wrote a story in class today, Mammy. Look!" Here's a boy who adamantly tells everyone that he HATES to write!
I read it. "It's brilliant!" I told him with pure sincerity and excitement .... "BRILLIANT!!" I repeated. He might as well have written a Pulitzer Prize winner.
I know one thing, I'll never think of the sun and the moon in the same way.