Plugging in to the Power Source
For my birthday, my granddaughter Kaity gave me a little fountain. She was very excited as she pulled it out of the box and assembled it—a small tray for water, the fountain itself sitting on the tray, a power cord to plug it into the wall. As I peered at it, I could not help but notice that it was plain and gray—nothing exceptional about it. But then she plugged it in, and the water began to flow. In addition,…