Two Moments

Molly, standing on the kitchen counter, eyes down, arms up, very concentrated look on her face, softly repeating:  I believe I can fly, I believe I can fly, I believe I can fly.

Porter:  Mom, there's a girl in my class who wants the boys to call her hot.  And it's not what you think.  It's not like when you stand too close to the fire.

I am thinking that I should appreciate preschool and its innocent charm just a little bit more often.