Sage was sitting on the kitchen floor with a cup of goldfish.
She was taking them out,
one at a time,
and lining them up in a long straight row.
I commended her for her diligent, careful work.
"Mommy, I'm making a hat."
"Oh," I thought, "of course you are.
I bet many a 2-year-old's 'hat' looks like a long straight line."
After she fished the last fish out of her cup
and placed it in line,
she did this: