Oh so good

Tonight, I pored devotedly over a Lego book with a four year old in his skivvies, who kept one arm protectively around me as he grilled me with questions: is he a good guy or a bad guy? Where's the ninja? Do you see a storm trooper?

Not my cup of tea, but you can understand the appeal anyway, I'm sure. 

I rubbed the backs of two squirmy first graders, who covered my face with kisses, and told me little tidbits about their days, both good and bad, and showed me their delicate, steely strength as they wonder why another child would be deliberately unkind, but shrug it off as a mystery and move on.  I'm proud of these little ones.