The other day Aidan climbed into bed with me in the morning. I was still half asleep and curled up in my blanket. He climbed over me to get to the other side of the bed and said, “Mommy, you’re smelly.”

(It’s a day later now and I feel compelled to add a P.S.; a however; a well, this might sound like a new low, but… The other day, for no good reason, when I walked into the den where he was spinning my desk chair and listening to the very good, very loud sound it makes whacking the side of my desk, he spotted me, ran toward me, squealing for joy, and launched himself into my arms and squeezed as hard as he could. Then he said, “We love each other, right, Mommy?” and “We’re lovecats, Mommy, we’re lovecats.”)