Sam, not quite three and a half, was stomping through
the street-side puddles of an Arizona spring.In a playful mood, too, I called out the warning, “Watch out for puddle
gators!”
Two years ago, I sent out an e-mail to the CSPO community about my dismay at finding in my one-year-old’s “First Word” book at the time that the word “tractor” is, apparently, an incredibly important word despite the fact that < 2% of the US population still lives on a farm.
I'm sitting in an airplane at 38,000 feet and young children
are crying from rows in front and in back of me. If the Exodus was this
loud, I might have stayed in Egypt. What would it have been like to be
part of that mass, that throng of people? And their animals? And their
camels?
