M.J.
I'm sure you've read posts before about my son being little & after seeing me not happy about burned garlic bread talking about me being 'black toast intolerant' because he saw the Lactaid commercials on tv & thought that's what they were saying instead of lactose intolerant, right?
Here's a sweetie-pie thing though:
I picked the kids up from camp Saturday morning after they'd been gone for a full week. That night when everyone was getting ready for bed Mike asked me to come into his room. After washing my face, etc. I went in there & he just wanted a hug. He asked me how come I never come in there at night anymore & I said, "Well, buddy, you're almost 12 years old so I just figured you didn't really want me to anymore, but I always kiss you good-night before you go upstairs, right?" He said, "Well, yeah, I don't really want you to come in here every night I guess, except for sometimes, you know, when I still do." I think he missed me more than he thought he was going to!