This morning my five year-old burst into my room to give me a kiss before he made a beeline to the flat screen.
As he kissed my cheek, he asked, “do kisses go straight to your heart?”
I said, “Yes.”
“Why? Because your heart is filled with love?”
I sleepily nodded.
“What happens if it breaks?…your heart?”
I opened my eyes. Now there’s a question.
“Do all of the pretty things come out?” He waited.
I paused to consider this at 7am. “Your heart can mend, it can be fixed.”
He nodded. “I don’t want mine to break.”
Neither do I, I thought as he scurried off the bed.