Caleb followed me into the kitchen as I prepared to make dinner, his brow furrowed in thought.
“Mom, do you ever get tired of taking care of me?”
Oh, my heart! I knelt down, gripped his arms, and looked into his eyes, the better to give full impact to my answer.
“No, sweetheart. I never get tired of taking care of you. I love being your Mommy.”
Looking relieved, he said, “Good. Because some people do get tired of it. They only like being the kid!”