He figured if he was going to see Toy Story 3, then these two sure would love seeing all their friends up there. And so they came with us. During the movie, he sat quiet and wide-eyed next to Woody and Buzz. They were quiet and wide-eyed, too.

He has never been taught how to love something. I have never had a logical conversation with him, teaching him what it means to adore a hero. He does that all by himself. Because he was created to worship. And so were you. I don’t care who you are or what you believe, you worship something. You may not call it that and you may not even recognize it, but the need to ascribe worth to something (or Someone?) is innate. Don’t you think?