Got a Whale Headed Your Way?
In the flurry of my newly-four-year-old grandbean’s birthday party, while I washed Romaine lettuce under the tap–preparing a salad to accompany my daughter’s lasagna–the child came to me. Grabbed my hand and said, fiercely intent, “Nana, tell me the story of Jonah.” “Later, love. I’m helping Mama make a salad. I’ll …