This happened the other night at about 11:30.
Bean was still awake, as my regular readers will not be surprised to hear.
He had just called me into his room.
"Mommy, I wanna draw a picture of a heart that's broken. Out of the crack in the heart, there's love coming out of it. On the picture it will say, 'I love you.'
And wanna know what the love looks like when it's coming out? It's lots of little hearts.
And wanna know why the big heart is broken? It wasn't big enough for all the love that was inside it."
This, from the kid who tells me he can't draw.