Max and I both have an interest in the Holocaust. (Probably because of our rich Gypsy heritage.) We decided we're going to get some books about the war to learn more about it, and then we'll read The Diary of Anne Frank. As I was tucking him in tonight, he looked a little worried. In a quiet little voice, he asked me, "Will I ever have to go in a war? Because I don't know how. And I get too hungry."
Oh. My. I love him.