Shortly before Christmas, the doorbell rang, and it was my seven-year-old friend Adelaide, bearing a gift. I love to receive her artwork and have a nice collection of it on my refrigerator, so I stood there and studied it with my usual response, which was something like, "Oh my goodness! I love it! Now tell me about it!" (That's a great way to make sure I understand the artist's intent.)
I was, frankly, a little concerned that Adelaide appeared to be lying on a gurney, but she explained that this was her sleeping (thus the zzzz's) and dreaming and …
She was dreaming of having a tea party with me! (That's me on the left, lest you wonder.) Now, I don't guess I've ever had a friend tell me she was actually dreaming of having tea with me. Isn't that absolutely charming?
