Wednesday, May 2, 2012
My son came running into the house quite distraught. "Mama, my favorite dish is broken!" "What?" I said. I looked at a fragment he held in his hand. It was split in two. "But that's not even a whole dish. Where did you get it?" "I dug it out of the creek," he said. "It's the very first thing I ever found there. It's my special treasure. Can you glue it?" I took the dish piece from him and examined it. "All right. Let me get some super glue." I super glued that thing together so that it was as good as new. (Sort of.) "There you go, big guy," I said, handing him the dish. You should have seen him grinning from ear to ear. Mama saved the day!