Hold My Hand
My 4 year-old granddaughter and I walked hand-in-hand to my car. She was coming from a full morning of Phillies Phun in her pre-K, and was dressed head to toe in pink and red, her second-favorite colors ("because green is #1"). She was especially excited to be allowed to wear her mom's Phillies cap. As we walked, it slipped over her eyes. "Ha, I can't…