I asked her to soak in a little bit of sun...
and, I made sure I had breakfast by nine, hurray!
I was almost famished. Last night, as we were in bed, my brain slow, my back sore, my legs glad to be resting, the wise daughter declares (among other things), "pens are pencils without erasers!" I start and make the appropriate sounds and am soon lulled to sleep by the son chattering away on his pretend cellular phone, which, by the way is the daughter's ruler, on one side and her soft-spoken questions on the other. But, it was when she asked,"why can't we see God?" that I was glad I was just a second away from deep, dark sleep.
Really, why can't we see God?