A Daughters Plea Like a little sparrow, he is my song, all day long I listen to the chimes of "Pweese"? Drew, 20 months old, tweets his sweet melody from dawn to dusk, his plump fingers pointing, signing in unison to his little plea. He points to the door: " Pweese"? To the cakeplate: " Pweese"? To the fridge, a glass of water, a train, a book: "Pweese, Pweese"?It is one of the few word he knows, the only constant word he speaks. His entire vocabulary consists of that sole word: Please? "Drew, use your nice words" He responds "Pweese"? Drew use your words instead of whining? "Pweese" I hear in response. "Please what" I say, "Pweese"? I hear in return. Who can resist his persuasive blue eyes, his fair white fingers, and his gentle pierced lips, the appeal of his request? Drew use to holler, scream or throw a fit, but now everything is said so sweetly "Pweese"? But oh, how this sweet, gent...
In this world, a second is a second. Time paces forward with exquisite regularity, at precisely the same velocity in every corner of space. Time is an infinite ruler. Time is absolute. -- Einstein's Dreams