now THAT'S funny

Snuggling in bed tonight after reading and chatting about this and that...

We talk about one of his classmates who had been absent for a long time and was back today for the first time, and had a hard time. I guess he had a tantrum when his parents left. Joe-Henry felt really bad for him, and we talked about ways he might be able to be a good friend to this little boy.

"Mom, I'm so proud to be me. Are you proud to be you?"

I guess I'd better be, huh. So I answer in the affirmative, and we lay on the pillow, and I tell him how proud I am of him, of his smart brain and good, good heart.

He's quiet a moment, then says in a voice filled with real emotion

"Mom, I love you so much.

I love it when you smile at me, your big smile.

And of course, your nostrils....



Come on! It's comedy!"

It's not fair, but it doesn't matter. I'm a sucker for the funny guys.