I Spy

Remember the game that we all played as kids. Mom would say, “I spy something….whatever, and we would continue guessing until we narrowed it down to the object. Or in my case, Mom would do that thing with her eyes that alerted me to the object when it became apparent that I was not going to be a very good spy at all. In hindsight, those clues begin to come quicker and quicker into the game and I’m now sure that she probably didn’t enjoy it as much as I did. In her mind she was probably thinking, “I spy a kid who has a future with a shovel; not a spy glass.” Thanks Mom!