Joseph crawled into bed with me this morning…he was wide awake and I was far from it. There are a few things that Joseph is fascinated by…among them: rubber gloves, wounds hidden by bandaids, and Stevie Wonder. This morning:

“Mommy, can I be Stevie Wonder? I’m going to be Stevie Wonder.”

“Huh? Ok. Do you…what?”

“He moves his head like this,” he says, doing a surprisingly good impression. I ask how he knows who Stevie Wonder is and where ha has seen him, but the moment has passed and he’s onto the next line of questioning: what are we doing today and let’s have breakfast.