Today, Calvin asked for something, which I gave him. He then said, “Mom, you’re the best mom in the whole entire world. Well, I think so, but nobody else does.”

Then, later on, he looked at me and said, “Your eyebrows aren’t attached.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Your eyebrows aren’t attached.”

“To what?”

“Mom, look at me. Come down here,” he said, as he pulled my sweater so my face was close to his. “Your eyebrows aren’t attached.”

“To what?”

“To each other.”

Again, I asked what he meant.

“Look. This one (touching my right eyebrow,) is not attached to this one.”

“They’re not supposed to be.”

“Well Daddy’s are.”