I get up early on Saturday mornings to go to Pilates, and often everyone is still asleep when I leave. This Saturday, however, as I was getting dressed in my closet, I heard the pitter-patter of Dash feet (unmistakable in their sound because they never go slower than a full run) and a knock on the closet door. He came in and gave me a big hug and then looked at me with a serious face and we had the following conversation:
Dash: Mommy, last night, when I was going to sleep, my ankles and my grouch hurt.
Me: I'm sorry to hear that. Hey, Dash, what is a grouch?
Dash: <Silent for a minute, patting around on his midsection> Well, I'm not really sure, but I think Daddy knows.
