Belle, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Judah, what do you want to be?
I wonder how much longer it will work, telling him the Incredible Hawk mysteriously LOVES every food I fix that he hovers over, refusing to eat at my dinner table. But suddenly it becomes fuel, and bite by bite, he finishes his meal, stopping to flex his muscles between swallows to see if they've yet grown.
I may never be a woman of great means, but I will grow old with a heart full of treasured moments like these. And I will consider myself rich in all that really mattered.
*Belle, going to work, (see laptop & hat) in bunny slippers, dropping her son Judah off at Kindergarten.