When riding back from “school” (child care), we usually pass by a drinking fountain in the middle of the University Square park. This 19th century fixture is a solid block of granite about seven feet high. Lillian often likes to be clamber up onto it (with my assistance) and view the world from this more advantageous point.
Today she sat on the edge and gave voice to the constant stream of questions which flow through a four year old’s mind.
“Why are the leaves on the trees dying?” [It’s autumn.]
“What is today?” [Wednesday.] “What is tomorrow?”
“Why are there so many leaves on the ground?”
“Why do we need to go already?”