It is one of those moments. He had reached out his hand, and tapped me lightly on my head, pulling my attention from the computer screen to those eyes... sparkling with the devil in him. I like to think that glint is a bit of my great-grandmother in him- the one who teased her Methodist minister husband with her evening drinkie. Yes, there it is- that sparkle, that moment before he brings Mommy into the game, makes that connection, creates more joy in the world with wild giggles, all with one magic word:
Excuse me while I get to chasin' my boy.