I showed the mushrooms to the little boy. His eyes full of sugar and his hair, the noonday sun. With gentle instruction I say, “We look, but don’t touch.” His nose crinkles as he quizzes, “Why?”
Giving the boy a grateful smile, I thank God for the gift of wonder. My reply is easy, “So the mice will have umbrellas when it rains.”
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