"A camera for you, Mom!" Malcolm beamed, presenting this lovingly constructed gift to me. I asked him to explain its various features, and he noted the handy lollipop and "really, really loud" whistle, as well as the map. I couldn't find the map on this nifty camera though, so he patiently directed me to the Cinderella sticker. "Right here. It's a map to Cinderella's castle, Mama, in case you want to go there."
Dear son, I thought, little do you know how much of my childhood I spent dreaming of princesses and castles. But now? Cinderella may have her castle. I have my 100 year-old house and lunchbox toting knight-in-shining armor. The glass slippers may be in short supply, but the Keens are just right for chasing little ones -- and my arms are full of those. Thank you, sweet boy, for the reminder of how very rich I am.