Sweet Moments

Last night as I pulled Henry out of the tub, he looked at me, threw his arms in the air and said, "I'm kweeeeen!"

I could have popped his little head in my mouth and eaten him right there. He is so incredibly delightful.

Today, while we were grocery shopping, Augie was walking next to the cart.

"If you could have any power," he asked me, "not including a Superpower or breaking the law, what would it be?"

"Flying," I replied with ease and was soon imagining myself soaring over the tops of church spires and country acreage.

"That's a Superpower," said Augie, bringing me back to Aisle 14.

"Then I would time travel," I answered.

"Super. Power." he replied, a tad frustrated.

I was stumped after only two tries.

That was sweet and funny.

The third story I was going to put here (because it's lame to have a blog entry based on only two "sweet moments") was about how someone passed gas in the car today and when no one would fess up the boys all tried blaming each other based on how everyone's toots smelled.

But I just couldn't bring myself to write all about that, because I was tempted to somehow see this as a good thing, the joy in sharing life with people who know you so well that they can identify the way your intestines and colon break down the food you have eaten, that my boys have people in their life -- these brothers of theirs -- who know something so intimate as the smell of their processed food. The fact that they use this against each other diminishes the beauty of it, to be sure, but it is something special either way.

But I think that would qualify as weird and gross, so I'll just stop at Sweet Moments No. 1 and 2.