Last night during the Thanksgiving Eve service Evan started to cry. Concerned, I asked him what was wrong. He smiled and said, "These aren't sad tears, Mom. They're tears of joy. I've decided that when I'm old enough to go to college, I won't go--I'll stay here with you."
I just smiled and hugged him. No sense disabusing him of his illusion. He'll change his mind before I know it. And until he does, I can dream, too.