Tuesday - Mom? Oh, yeah. Her.

My father and his wife watched my two-year-old son for a few hours yesterday evening. When Jeff and I came by to pick him up, we tried an experiment. We rang the bell and then stood apart on different sides of my father's front porch to see who our son would run to first. I don't know why we bothered; I always lose at this game.

"Who do you think is here?" I heard That Woman My Father is Married To ask.

"My Daddy!" I heard my son reply.

When the door opened, he ran straight to Jeff without even looking at me. Jeff lifted him in the air and they smiled at each other with mutual adoration. Standing two feet away, I sighed.

( Mommy hung the curtains and Daddy hung the moon. )