Three Stories

1. When I brought Rowan to school this morning, he asked me, "Want to see a miracle?" He pointed me down the hallway, so I walked down, trying to find the miracle. Rolls of paper? No. Poster? No. Clean bathroom? No--well, maybe. I looked back at him, and he had the cutest smile on his face, sort of impish, and he pointed, saying, "Up there."

I looked up, and hanging from the ceiling all the way down the hall were green bags made of papier mache, I think. He told me, "Those are chrysalis." The school does a butterfly project in the younger grades every fall, and his grade made these miracles.

2. After I dropped my cat off at the vet this morning to get her teeth cleaned, I turned left onto Elm Creek Boulevard. As I turned, a spider dropped next to my face, hanging from its thread. Inside the car. Now understand, I want to get this shirt: that's how I feel about spiders. I finished the turn trying to kill the spider without killing me.

3. Dominic requested grilled cheese with tomato soup for dinner. I told him we didn't have tomato soup, and he said, "You can make it. Just get a tomato, drop it in a pan, then stir it. Tomato soup."