This morning, buttering toast, I heard Punkinhead, through the fog of non-caffeination:

“Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama…”

I believe I told him to hold on, that Mama’s brain was not yet up to multi-tasking par and couldn’t possibly comprehend the words of someone else whilst lubricating the multigrain goodness they were about to partake.

Or, maybe I just thought that. Whatever. Whether I made any kind of response, intelligible or more resembling that of a Neanderthal, my dear son pressed on.

You see, he was telling on sister – and that can never wait.

“Mama, LMNOB….”

Oh no, not tattling this early…

“is being a wreal gud gwrill dis mohning,” and then he fluttered his lashes and flashed me a beguiling grin.

Such sweetness blasted the fog away and made me realize that he was capitalizing on a lesson we’d recently taught the kids – “Sometimes you have to look for the good in life.”

I praised him for being so thoughtful and then reinforced that yes, LMNOB had been a really good girl this morning.

Life is good when you look for the good within.