Today Claire and I were driving over a bridge when she noticed some smokestacks and the big puffy white billows of steam coming out.
"Mom, I can see a factory. What do they make there?"
"I'm not sure."
"Hmm...I think its clouds. Its a cloud factory I think."
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This is one of the most precious things I've ever heard.
(I can see a children's book and illustrations around this idea. A child's view of a city. A child's trip to...)
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