With a gleam in his eye...

We were at the table enjoying a meal together this weekend when the conversation turned to doctors. I told Harry that I was a doctor, not out of delusions of grandeur, but because, one, he doesn't like doctors much and, two, because being a doctor is closer to my job than being a pilot, which I think is what he suspected I was until recently. I wanted to see what his reaction would be. Rather than disdain, or a quizzical "Are you teasing me?" his response was "Noooo. You're Mommy!" with a big smile on his face.

Later this weekend, I think I was putting his shoes on, when I asked him why Kevin couldn't do the task at hand, or similar tasks. "Because you're Mommy."

Capital M, in a shield across my chest. With a cape.