On a bench near the last Market spaces sat a little blond boy I'd guess was about 5. Holding one of those gigantic cookies in his hand, he was frozen statue-still, staring at his left arm. I didn't see it at first, but a small black beetle was crawling warily up the short, red shirtsleeve. I didn't wait around to see if the bug, excuse me beetle, was able to make it across the boy's chest to get cookie crumbs, but I'll bet he would have been content to share his cookie. A living scarecrow the Wizard of Oz would have loved her face paint.
Children see the world through creative and imaginative eyes.
What a wonderful world it could be.