Yesterday, Max picked a dandelion from the yard, brought it over to me and began talking (babbling!) quickly and trying to tell me something that was obviously very important. He was showing me the dandelion and holding it up to the sky. I said, "Does the flower look like the sun?" He eagerly said, "Yeah!' Then he got on his tippy toes and reached his hand up as high as he could as if to put it in the sky. He became frustrated because he couldn't do it and suggested, "Daddy?" I asked, "Can Daddy put the sun in the sky?" "Yeah!!" he replied enthusiastically.
The magic of childhood shines through again.
