Pondering.

This morning, after the ritual of reading books and getting dressed.

We tippy-toe walked to Mommy and Daddy's bedroom to have a few moments of "jump on the bed".

You wouldn't know that this boy had an over 104 degree temperature just yesterday. He hugged Leo and Monkey Lenz furiously and jumped and flailed on our kingsized trampoline over and over until he decided to "relax".

By relaxing, I mean letting his entire body go limp as he stared at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about Dylan?" I asked.

A good 10 seconds of deep thinking and concentration went by until he answered matter of factly.

"Pop."