January 27, 2021
This little curly-haired boy, in green monster slippers, ran with the rapidity in his steps of a child not yet two-years old, to the side of my armchair. He reached out with a tube of Chapstick, pulled the cover off and looked at Me. So, I scooped him up and sat him on my lap. He turned to Me and pressed the open end of the tube to my lips and rubbed it on. “Thank you,” I said.
Satisfied he had administered a much-needed treatment, he pushed the tiny cap back on the tube, turned and said...