This is Calvin, asleep after a joyful afternoon of mischief.

Sweet boy Calvin – he whines, he cries, he doesn’t understand, he’s sad . . . he’s two.

But then, at the first sign of distress in my voice, all that emotion immediately melts away from him, his eyes get big and round, and he says, most softly: “What’s wrong mommy?”

And then he climbs up to give cuddles and kisses until we are both happy again.

Sweet boy Calvin.