In the same way that it makes sense for the airport security screeners to give my father extra scrutiny every time he flies because his skin is brown and his first name is Muhammad?

I am feeling sad and blue. I need to see some books! Books make me happy.

Tonight, we light the symbolic flashlight of under-the-covers reading to celebrate those page-turners we can never put down, even on a school night. I am assured that our Olympic torch will never reach a temperature of Fahrenheit four fifty-one, something the Lorax, the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe were all quite happy to hear.

The future belongs to the puzzle solvers.

Yo, Kyle,” said Miguel. “Exactly how many board games have you played?” “Enough to know that you don’t ever quit until somebody else actually wins.

And there’s no place I’d rather be on my big day than inside a library, surrounded by books. Unless, of course, I could be on a bridge to Terabithia.

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

Hey, Kyle – when you’re playing a game like Sorry and you get bumped back three spaces, do you usually quit?” “No. If I get bumped, I play harder because I know I need to find a way to get back those three spaces and pull ahead of the pack.

Actually, it’s a new word – one I invented and wrote down with my frindle!

That’s what engineering is all about, folks. Turning dreams into reality!