Wednesday, December 17, 2008
There is a rip in our leather couch. It came that way. The kids jumped on it. It grew. Big. After repeated scolding and correction of the most convincing kind, Janie asked, "Why don't you like the hole?"
"Because it is ugly. Ugly, ugly, UGLY!!" Yes, one of my more articulate and sensitive moments.
"Oh, what's ugly?"
Imagine, a world without ugly.