The words of children were, for me, a joy of long ago, when I still had little children in my household.
I was reminded of that recently as I was waiting in a check-out line, and I listened as a pre-school child in the cart ahead chastised his mother:
"Mom," he said quite sternly, "I think you're wrong. You CAN call Heaven. Yesterday you called and talked to Gramma for a long, long time, and she lives far away in Florida. And all you did was poke the numbers on the phone!"
