True Stories - Weeds
*There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million.*
My four-year-old daughter Kristina and I were late again.
I had our faded blue minivan going as fast as our town's streets allowed, but we still got stuck at every red light and didn't make it through the final intersection in time to beat the school buses exiting the high school parking lot.
So there we sat for a long time.
The grassy field beside us was a sea of dandelions - not the yellow flowers, but the white fluffy ones.
I said, "Oh Kristina, that poor yard... look at all those weeds," to which she replied "Oh, Mommy, look at all those wishes!"
K. L. S.