This evening, the sixth night of Hanukkah, we lit our menorah and placed it on our dinner table. Sam was sitting right in front of it and remarked dreamily, "Doesn't the shammash (the lighter candle) look like it's holding six babies, with six arms?" My heart lurched a little, like it does every time your child says something sweet or profound. "Yes, it does," I responded, tenderly. "Yeah," he continued, "And it's like all their little heads are on fire." Ahhh, now that's my boy!