So Kiss Me and Smile For Me

The gaggle of children ages three to five were exploring the neighborhood with the babysitter. Each had a magnifying glass to inspect every crack and critter found in the vicinity. The exploration toured the surrounding neighborhood in the kiss-warm, spring sunshine. An airplane flew overhead and the adult troop leader pointed to the sky and made the adventurers aware of its presence. Talk quickly shifted to the speculation of where the aircraft was headed.

"Where do you think it is going?" she asked.

"Disneyland!" exclaimed one rascally boy.

"New York!" shouted the bold, blonde girl.

"The airport!" my precious Ellie calmly stated.

My girl was right.