Our six year old son is a wonderfully intelligent and funny little guy. He has the ability to reduce me to giggles with his comments and observations. A couple from this past week that I can't resist sharing:
On the way to school on Tuesday, we had to stop at the railroad tracks behind a beat up white van that was obviously the driver's "work vehicle." Garrett is very interested in trains, telling me whether the passing one is a cargo train or a passenger train. That day, however, his interest was on the van. "Mommy, that van is making me nervous." I took a closer look then said, "Why, buddy?" His reply: "Well, since it's right in front of you and has 3 ladders, a wheelbarrow and a christmas tree on top, you should be nervous, too."
On Thursday, as we left school, Garrett noticed a worm stranded in the sun on the sidewalk. "Oh, an earthWORM." (I put worm in all caps, because he pronounces "earthworm" with the accent on WORM.) "Yes, I see him." I replied. "He needs the dirt, or he's not gonna make it. I'm going to help him out." And with that, my little buddy scooped up the sticky worm poked his finger in the dirt under a plant, and returned the worm to a safer environment.

I was proud. My son is kind and compassionate toward living things. It made me think of the following story that has circulated in print and on email for years:
One day an old man was walking along the beach. It was low tide, and the sand was littered with thousands of stranded starfish that the water had carried in and then left behind. The man began walking very carefully so as not to step on any of the beautiful creatures. Since the animals still seemed to be alive, he considered picking some of them up and putting them back in the water, where they could resume their lives.
The man knew the starfish would die if left on the beach's dry sand but he reasoned that he could not possibly help them all, so he chose to do nothing and continued walking.
Soon afterward, the man came upon a small child on the beach who was frantically throwing one starfish after another back into the sea. The old man stopped and asked the child, "What are you doing?"
"I'm saving the starfish," the child replied.
"Why waste your time?... There are so many you can't save them all so what does is matter?" argued the man.
Without hesitation, the child picked up another starfish and tossed it back into the water... "It matters to this one," the child explained. 