Lucy Robinson is Lily’s mama.
I don’t know Lucy.
But she has my deepest mama admiration and respect. And I think her story deserves to be told.
Lily’s story – which is, of course, Lucy’s, as well, since every child’s story tells the story of her mother – is making the internet rounds.
See, three-and-a-half-year-old Lily wrote a simply precious letter to a grocery store, questioning their good sense in naming a splotched bread after a tiger, when clearly the bread resembled a giraffe. Sometimes it takes a child to help us see the error of our baking ways. ...