Today I had the pleasure of spending some time with a 5 year old friend. I picked him up at preschool and he narrated the world around me, with the eyes of youth. We filled up a bird feeder and watered flowers. My favorite quote was while filling up the watering can.
He was proudly telling me how strong he was, and then he dropped the bucket, pulled up his shirt sleeve and said, “Look at my strenk!” (strength). I squeezed his arm muscles with all the enthusiasm possible.