'Paint My Ceiling Blue'

One night as we tucked her into bed She said, "Do you know what I want you to do? " "Tell me." we said with a smile... "I want you to paint my ceiling blue." "And I want it to be sprinkled... with clouds... fluffy and white. Because I want to know the sky is there when I fall asleep at night." "But when we turn out the lights, " we said in parent thought, "you won't be able to see the sky." "It's for when I fall asleep, " she smiled, "and dream that I can fly." And who are we to quibble with logic so innocent and bright? So the next day we painted her ceiling blue sprinkled with clouds... fluffy and white.