Madge Pie: Mom, how old will you be next year? (She listens to me tell her my age now and how old I will be next year.) Mom, can you touch the sky?! (I told her I couldn't even though I am getting very big in my age, and Madge told me that Daddy could help lift me to the sky. Keep building those biceps, Caleb!)

I love you, Madge. I remember when Pa-Pa used to carry me and I felt like I was on top of the world and just so big. I love your innocence and the logical deductions you make.