I love my son.

When things don't seem to be going just how one hopes, it is so wonderful to have this super cute curly-haired child (yes, child; that kid is getting big) look up at you and say, "You need a tiss." (Tiss is James-ese for kiss.) Of course, the "you" meant "I," but he was actually spot-on. Mommy needed a kiss.

A hug from a two-and-a-half-year-old just makes it all better.