Grandkids came over today. M found his uncle's (my son's) case of Legos and had a great day building missles. It did my heart good to see that this kid has a great imagination. He "writes" stories in his head about kids with power and then draws the cartoons to go with them. He had a classmate tell him, "You know that all that stuff is not real, don't you? I don't believe in that stuff." To which my little man replied, "That just means you don't have an imagination."
