Dearest Husband

Your youngest child, our daughter Bear, is standing in front of the TV.

When I started to say, "HEY! Turn that off!" she quickly turns and says to me in her quirky low pitched voice, "I'm looking at the weather mom! Look, it's WESTOR! And INCHES OF RAIN! and look mom, BUFFALO!" Her face is glowing, her eyes are alight and her freckles stand out in little exclamation dots of joy.

I'm not sure what any of that meant but there she was, inches from the TV, remote in her hand, staring at a weather map.

That is YOUR child.