Wednesday, January 16, 2008


Sunday morning Nate came out of our room dressed in his suit for church. Henry, still in his pajamas, gave his father a scrutinizing once-over, and said, "Oh, you look sharp, Daddy," then after a moment's pause, added, "sharp like a knife!"

I wish I could crawl into his brain and hang out for a while. I would love to have watched the chain of toddler logic that produced such a priceless little simile.

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