A hug and a snuggle followed by "Mom, I don't want to go to Kindergarten next year. I want to stay here with you all day, everyday." This was followed by a story about the latest goldfish chasers on the playground, or was it unicorns today, or maybe it was vanilla wafer stealers (all versions of boys chase girls), and the light was hitting him just so. And I thought, this is it, tomorrow he will be 15 telling me he doesn't ever want to talk to me again. For now, I will just sit and listen to him as long as he wants to talk.