One day last week, Jeneane wrote about her four-year-old daughter Jenna...

"She's dancing now, in the cool new dress-up shoes courtesy of Big Lots, a deal at $4.99. They're all sparkly and plastic, three pairs in their own little cardboard dresser, fancy and loud, bows and flowers. She's off to her room to check herself out in the mirror her grandma bought for her. She walks with airs, clunkiness aside, eyes saying: Ain't I Something?"

Yesterday, Halley posted a piece called "Take The Bus To Summer Camp." A clip...

"...don't you know that this expansive love and freedom we can afford our children -- those blessed beings who are bursting forth in every direction (height, weight, passion, knowledge) -- this grace to grow we give them freely is for the most part rescinded from adults."

This reminded me of something I wrote in Gonzo Marketing...

"Something animated and vital looks out from our children's eyes. Whatever it is, we recognize it and know it is precious. Yet except in rare cases today, that spirit is broken early and irreparably. The light goes out all too soon. We know, because at some inarticulate and dimly conscious level, we are those children. We feel the wind of spirit move us at odd moments, but put it down to nostalgia or temporary possession by some impractical flight of fancy. We shake it off and get back to work. Robbed of a voice to speak of these things, something animated and vital looks out from our own eyes, but only in rare, unguarded moments - and even then, wary, circumspect, suspicious. We let no one see what we fear no one will understand."

Halley, I hope you'll call me in the morning...