Last night at bedtime, I asked Abraham if he was ready to say prayers. Stretching out on the bed, he said, "I'd rather just tan my pelt in the sun."
Tonight, after prayers, Abraham hugged me and said, "I love you so much I just want to hug you forever!" Which, naturally, led to talking about death and the immortality of the soul. Then Abraham asked most crucial question of all. "Mommy, will we be able to finish all the popcorn we made before I die?"