The playground in our Chicago neighborhood is generally populated by three-year=olds whose primary similarity is height, about 27 inches.
Their names suggest imaginative growups to come. Lemon, Jersey, Atticus, Sparkle, Nimrod, Aspen sound like folks interesting to know.
Their colorful mix of complexions and accents suggest diversity that is real, not imagined.
Their determination to outrun their parents suggest the universal law that some things never change.
Their ability to find almost anything funny suggest that all of us are born hopeful, until we forget to play.