I like to believe I have a great imagination. I make my living dreaming up crazy ideas. But the truth is I can’t hold a candle to most kids. I spent a good part of the afternoon with three year old Henry today learning how imagination really works. He went from one idea to the next, non-stop, thinking up fantastic schemes and then putting them in motion. Anything is truly possible at this age. At one point he found a toy butterfly in their playhouse. He made it fly around doing all sorts of wild maneuvers. When he was done he stuck the support wire into the ground, informing me that he was planting it with the hope many more would soon grow. I queried him and he replied… ‘just imagine!’