“I spy with my little eye something blue but not just one shade, many beautiful tones…like the blues of an ocean changing with each wave, each ripple, each ray of sunshine.” “Um, that book cover over there,” I guess. Daddy smiles and shakes his head. “It’s round.” I scan my bedroom. Blue and round? “A marble in my toy box?” I beam with excitement because that has to be it. “Nope. One more clue.” I jump up onto my knees, so I can listen very carefully, and my mattress bounces beneath me. “You ready?” Daddy asks.
