Something Sacred

Three-year-old Lily walks in on me in the bathroom and I yell "is there nothing sacred in this household!?"

Four-year-old Dublin, who struggles with language, concepts, and associations places a ball of yellow play dough in my lotus flower and I say to myself, "there's something sacred in this flower, in this household, on our piano."

"Sacredness" is either situational or a sign of our own evolutions of thinking...