Green eggs and heroes

Among the more inspiring things that happened to me this week was a phone conversation I had with Maura, my nine-year-old parrot sitter. I had just told her father, Mark, that I didn't know how to repay the family for taking Owen for so long and giving him such good care. "Actually," Mark said, "there is something you can do." Then Maura got on the line and said her fourth-grade class is having a heroes breakfast, to which the students each invite a hero. "I'm wondering if you would come as my hero," she said. I don't think I've ever been so honored! I told her so, and she replied simply, "Well, I'm honored that you'll come." Inspiration given, inspiration gained.

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Mmmmm green eggs and heroes. You know what's good on a hero? Yep, thaaat's riiiight...chopped liver.
BTW Becky, we call them "Subs" in the midwest. You ought to know that.
:^)
Oh, it's official.
I'm going to Hell.
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