To know oneself is to be wise indeed..........

I was recently playing in the sandbox with my grand-daughter......

cheyenne 

She was shoveling sand into a plastic sifter that I was holding over a bucket.
There were hundreds of tiny pieces of gravel left in the sifter after the sand had run through and at one point I was absent-mindedly looking through them for the tiny fossils that we, as kids, used to call "Indian Beads".

She put up with this for about two heartbeats. The ensuing dialogue went something like this:

Cheyenne: "Dump it in the bucket, Papa."
Me: "I'm looking for fossils, Sweety, hang on a second."
Cheyenne: "What's a fossil, Papa?"
Me: Well, it's a piece of a plant or animal that died a long, long, long time ago and turned into a rock. We used to call the ones that came from plants "Indian beads"."
Cheyenne: "Welll, dump them in the bucket Papa!"(clearly exasperated by the delay by now)
Me: "You're a big girl now, Sweety, you need to be start being a little more patient."

Cheyenne: (with her hand on her hip)......"But, Papa, I'm just a little kid, I don't know HOW to be patient!"

How silly of me.

Thus endeth the entry.........