Broken, dirty, and covered with the germs of all the sick little children of our community, and yet—there’s something magical about that one toy in the doctor’s office waiting room.
Something that cannot be duplicated among shelves of treasures, rooms of technology, rows of books, and closets full of toys and other wonders at home.
There is nothing more majestic than this single wooden toy. Though the dirty little plastic car in front of the shopping cart at the grocery store is a close second.