Friends, this evening I witnessed something truly inspiring, and I wanted to share it with you.  A family of four came into the store where I work part-time and purchased nearly a thousand dollars’ worth of toys to donate to the less fortunate.

And if that isn’t a true blue miracle, I don’t know what one is.

But there was an amusing story that went along with that.  As I said, it was a family of four: two parents and two little kids.  The little boy was about 7 or 8, and the little girl was about 4 or 5.  The little boy was helping to unload the carts (they filled four carts with toys for the needy) and put them on the counter so that I could ring them up, and he just kept stacking them higher and higher, without regard for the height of the stacks or the precariousness of his stacking.  Thankfully, nothing fell over, but he kept stacking them until they were stacked above my head, and I felt like I was trapped inside a cage made of toys.  Which, admittedly, would not be the worst kind of cage to be trapped in.  Sounds kind of fun, actually.

But anyway, it reminded me of this wonderful old Sesame Street song in which a long-haired whatnot* character goes to the barber for a haircut and the trimmings end up burying his friends/backup singers:

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*Yes, I know that on Sesame Street, Whatnots are called Anything Muppets.