In the Mouths of Babes on High Mountains

We are on a high mountain, or so it seemed to my little girl who hiked to the top of it with me. “Do you see the trucks on the freeway? From here they look like toys.”

“No!” she says, “they are toys. I am going to pretend they are all toys.”

“OK, knock yourself out.”

“Look at the toy trucks and the toy houses all over and its all toys, they are so cute!”

Silence.

“Dad . . .”

“Yes, sweety?”

“There is a giant and we are his toys.”