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.

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