Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!

" Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!

How I wonder what you're at!"

Up above the world you fly,

Like a tea-tray in the sky."

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When you love something, do you see everything only through the lens of that love?

I have a friend who loves wrestling and instead of spandex, steroids and choreography, he sees glory, honor and valor beyond comparison. People who love babies do not see tears and diapers. They see curious eyes, tiny fingernails and tiny, tiny toes. And who could forget the dormouse in Wonderland, who loved tea. Instead of a star, he saw a bat. Instead of a diamond, he saw a tea-tray.

At dinner I shared this children's book website with my cousins. This website is the coolest and most fantastic site in every way, practically perfect like Mary Poppins. My cousins, who have no emotional connection to children's books (excuse: they did not grow up here) said So what's the age limit for this website? ... I don't understand the question. What's the maximum age of the viewers of this website?

...... Wait, who doesn't appreciate children's books?? I am completely baffled at this thought and for the rest of the night dwelled on the absurdity of a maximum age limit for children's books.

Tea-trays in the sky. We see what we want to see. And when challenged to look away, we are baffled.

(The teacher is, anyway.)

practically perfect: www.onepotato.net