My little grandson Benjamin, who is turning 3 in April, is the sweetest little guy imaginable.  He can be described as pure joy.  Through genetics, birth order (he’s the 3rd of 4 brothers) or sheer necessity, Benjamin sees the wonder in everything.  Benjamin often asks his Mommy to call me just so he can say, “I love you, Grandma.”  He loves to pick up his older brothers at pre-school and talks about going to school himself.  “Soon,” he says, “when I turn 3.”  He loves his younger brother Henry and calls Henry “Baby”… even though 19-month old Henry is a formidable presence in Benjamin’s life.

And Benjamin loves, loves, loves his Pop-up.

It’s Pop-up who came to mind when Benjamin got this little wind-up toy in a fast food bag.  After studying it for a moment or two, Benjamin announced, “It looks like Pop-up.” Well, I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as loud and hard in my entire life!

Hmmmmm.  I just don’t see it.