I sat next to a little boy one day in Primary after Fourth of July. He was telling me all about his exciting evening the night before. He was describing all of the fireworks, the colors they had, and how they sparkled in the sky. Suddenly, he stopped talking, furrowed his brows, and asked me, "Are fireworks little cans with tiny girls inside that fly and make sparkles in the sky?"
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