So Stink just came into my office, half dressed. He proceeds to hand me a wad of Scooby Doo underware and shorts.
Stink: These are a little wet.
Me: Oh, you had an accident? (Rare for him these days.) It happens.
He hugs me. I am touched and bury my head into his blond curls, still peppered with sand from our day the park.
Me: Oh, Stink, out of all the mommies in the whole world, and all the little boys, God put you and me together. Isn't that so wonderful?
Stink: (smiling) Yeah. (Then) Now wipe my butt.