Out of the mouths of babes.....

Scene: Thomas and I are arriving at daycare, approximately 7:10 am.

• Thomas {smiling in excitement} I know what's the matter! {His little voice is bursting with pride.}
• Me {puzzled expression on my face} What do you mean? What's the matter?
• Thomas {I'm holding Thomas's hands as I help him out of the back seat of the jeep.} I know why your heart is sad.
• Me {shocked by Thomas's statement} Why do you think my heart is sad?
• Thomas {staring up at me, speculating in his own little 4 year old way} Your heart is sad because we need to get Christmas. When can we put up Christmas?
• Me {stunned for a moment, not quite sure what to say} We can decorate this weekend, how does that sound?
• Thomas {running ahead} Ok, I want to fix your heart, Mom.

I'm completely amazed by Thomas, to be quite honest. For such a little guy to be so perceptive, and to worry about such things, boggles my mind. I can't help but feel guilty that I've been displaying a behavior that has worried him, I didn't even realize I was. I guess I'm not as good at hiding things as I thought I was.

Regardless, I was so touched by him this morning, I sure do love that little bugger.