Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.

My children were all made from paper and printer's ink...

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

the sly smile hides the broken heart

Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?

Just when the caterpillar thought “I am incapable of moving,” it became a butterfly.