Becca found this poem in The New Era. It's perfect for our house, so I thought I would include it today.
by Adrianne Thomas Erickson
...where fingers and sticks are people.
...where five-year-olds are radiant queens,
or lovely homemakers with bright red lips
and dozens of babies.
...where tea parties are held daily.
...where important-looking books
can be read upside down.
...where all endings are happy.
...where all may rest from cares and woes.
Imagine...a little child's world.