Crumbs

This morning T told me that I should "just bump the van on the road so these crumbs will fly up off me." He eats his breakfast in the van sometimes (um, every morning) and apparently just wiping with a paper towel was too boring this morning. He needed a little more adventure, a little more spice.

On an entirely different note-- for some time now, I've wondered if T remembers life without M.
He does not.
We were looking at a photo slide show of family pictures and he saw one of himself as a baby. He asked where M was, and he became visibly agitated when I told him that we didn't have her yet. "Where was she?" he said.
I explained to him that for a time we didn't have her because she hadn't been born yet. He shook his head slowly at me, and explained in his kindest tone of voice (the one he reserves for times when I'm showing signs of absolute stupidity...), "M was always born."