At his request, each morning three-year-old Ray's mother pinned a bath towel to the back shoulders of his size two T-shirt. Immediately in his young imaginative mind, the towel became a brilliant magic blue and red cape. And he became Superman.
Outfitted each day in his "cape," Ray's days were packed with adventure and daring escapades. He was Superman. This fact was clearly pointed out when his mother enrolled him in a kindergarten class. During the course of the interview, the teacher asked Ray his name.
Because my daughter always complained that she didn't have any sharp knives, I bought her some. I phoned later and asked how she liked them.
A six-year-old said grace at family dinner one evening.