I love my Redhead and like any parent, I think she's one of the brightest, most brilliant children ever. As I'm reminded of those feelings daily, today was no different. We just made it back from school and I was trying to figure out where she went since I was getting afternoon snack ready. I discovered her in her bedroom on the floor on top of her big, brown dog engrossed in a book. The book was a Martin Luther King, Jr. book I had lent to her teacher and the book had obviously not made it back to the shelves, but soon would be promptly buried with my others. She realizes I'm in the room and looks up at me with contemplation deep into her blue eyes and asks me, "Why would someone shoot someone as nice as Dr. King?"
That's a very good question. I'd like to know that answer too.
