Gunnar often comes creeping into our bed in the morning, for a little snuggle.
He tells me things.
And I listen, though I can't say I'm actually awake.
This time it's All. About. Star Wars.
And it goes on, and on. I nod and mmm-hmmm from time to time, until finally I say, "Gunnar, I really need to get up now."
He clutches my arm tightly and hugs me.
"Not yet, Mom, we have so much to talk about!"
The "we" part is a little fuzzy, but I am powerless to resist and snuggle back in with him.
There is more about Star Wars. A great deal more. And then,
"Mom, who's your favorite Star Wars character?"
"Mmmmmmmm, I don't have a favorite. Ummmm, Harrison Ford. Uh, that's Han Solo."
"Guess my favorite character, Mom."
There is a silence as he ponders the accuracy of my amazing and unforeseen intuition.
"Mom, your conscience is cheating."