A second grader came home from school and said to her mother, “Mom, guess what? “We learned how to make babies today.”
The mother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool.
“That’s interesting,” she said. “How do you make babies?”
“It’s simple,” replied the girl. “You just change ‘y’ to ‘i’ and add ‘es’.”
The girl was talking about spelling rules—how to make words plural (like “baby” to “babies”) by changing “y” to “i” and adding “es.”
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She did not ask to be remembered; she demanded that history itself be. For a century, she walked straight into the places this country tried to forget….
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The room froze, then detonated. One offhand sentence, dropped under the lights of AmericaFest, sliced through the noise and rewired the night. It wasn’t a stump speech…