Heart.

Will is home sick with the flu today and so he is camped out on the couch in between bathroom visits.

He’s just laying there…all is quiet and he says,”I just don’t care about my hair Mom.  It always sticks out like Wolverines.  My head is shaped like his… But my heart isn’t.  He’s angry.  All the time.  I’m almost never angry.”

I told him that seems like a true statement.

Then he said he felt bad because Wolverine probably didn’t have a Mommy as great as me to make him HaPPy.

Ok… I guess I’ll keep cleaning up the little rugrat’s vomit… He just earned my heart.  Again.