I love the magic inside our kids' worldviews . It pops out in seemingly mundane conversations, reminding me that my reality is just that--my own--and pretty dull.  


It's been so oppressively hot and muggy lately. Cliffy, who's seven, and I had just come in and chugged cold drinks.  I came up for air, and said something like, "Oh, life-giving cold water," and he sighed and said, "Yeah, it's like drinking wet air."


He was absolutely right about that.