I was listening to KHYM driving home from Wichita. The speaker related a story of a Pastor who was walking on a beach with his little daughter.
As they walked along he was picking up some of the more beautiful shells, she was picking up the broken ones. She said, “Daddy, the broken ones are pretty to.”
I’m a Dad to three daughters, Granddad to four Granddaughters and hsve been on various beaches with all of them and I can hear any of them saying that.
You’re on your own for the lesson.