Evan surprised me this afternoon with a deep, impromptu conversation that went like this:
EVAN: Mom, if you're ever sick and know you're probably going to die, would you tell us kids?
ME: Well, would you want me to tell you?
EVAN: Yeah, I guess. That way I could cut a little piece of your shirt and ask you to autograph it, then have you to put lots of lipstick on and kiss a paper that I could keep and always remember you.
Wow, for a crazy 8-year-old boy, he has deep thoughts sometimes. For the record, I feel fine. A specimen of health. But if you want my autograph to be on the safe side, just say the word!