It's the moments

This is what it's all about.

Today, Sandro was tooling around in his red Wiggles car, while I folded laundry. He asked me to help him gas up.

"You mean, I'm your racing crew?" I asked.

And with a sage shake of his head, he patiently corrected me, "No, Mama, pit crew."

So I stopped my labors and dutifully pretended to check the tires as we discussed what race car drivers do.

"So drivers run around the track and then they stop to get their tires changed and have gas put in their cars?" I asked.

"Yes, and then they stop and get out of their cars and give their mothers a hug," he ends in all seriousness.