Ramona was eating a hard boiled egg for lunch today.
"What exactly is the egg yolk, anyway?" she asked me while examining her lunch.
"Well," I said, "it's ... it's a sort of a food. I mean, well, let me see. How to explain so you'll understand it ... it's, um, well, if there were a chicken growing in that egg -- there isn't, because it's not ... well, let's say it's not that kind of egg, but if there were one -- well, the baby chick would need food, and so ..."
"Oh!" she said. "So it's kind of like an umbilical cord." Satisfied, she went back to eating.
I looked at Atticus, stunned. "I ... " I said, half to Ramona, half to him. I looked back at Ramona. "I, um ... well, yeah, sweetie. Yeah. You could say that. That's pretty close."
Atticus looked at me, smiling. Not stunned. Just pleased. "You're doing a good job," he whispered to me, which was what I needed to hear today (a day on which I was feeling that I often do a decidedly not-so-good job.)
Sometimes God sends the quickest, sweetest little gifts.