When I don’t love you anymore . . .

J:  Mommy, where are my cousins?

BA: They’re away at sleepover camp.

J:  They sleep there?

BA: Yes.  Do you want to go to sleepover camp sometime?

J:  No.  I love you too much to sleep over.

My heart swells.  I live for these unabashed declarations of love.

. . . a few minutes later . . .

J: Mommy?

BA:  Yes.

J:  One day when I don’t love you anymore I’ll go to sleepover camp.

Ughft (the sound the proverbial knife in my gut makes).