The Papacy and Potpourri
Izzy and I were driving around town on this beautiful pre-spring day in Colorado. The windows were down. The heat was on–it’s still a tad chilly. I was enjoying a Cutie (a perfect orange in my opinion). The car smelled like a breath of spring.
“I should learn how to make potpourri out of orange peels. Does that sound good Izzy?”
She gave me a strange look.
“What is all this I keep hearing about the Pope? Is it white smoke or black smoke, or what?”
“Um, well. . .”
And that’s what happens when my ten-year-old hears bits and pieces of current news events and not the whole story. I do love glimpses of how her mind works.
You just don’t think they’re listening and we find out they are! Grownups I’m sure have been asking the same questions……What???? Thanks Izzy for being so on top of what’s going on even without all the facts.