The sun is out. Matthew is napping and Garrett and I were sitting outside. I picked a dandelion for him and, as he puffed out his cheeks and harshly blew his breath onto the magical weed, I reminded him to make a wish. When the dandelion was successfully blown to bits he smiled at me.
G: I made a wish.
Me: Oh yeah? What did you wish for?
G: More worms to play with.
Yep. There's a whole lot of testosterone around here.