“Ma-bear, what’s your favorite … what’s your favorite color? Is it … pink?” She gasps. “How on earth did you guess?” He grins, shrugging. “I don’t know! I just guessed it! Maybe ’cause my brain is learned-ing new things every day. Did you know that? Cara says so.” “What do we say at bedtime?” I ask as he spreads pink paint over his paper. “I am smart. I am kind. I am important. And I can do anything!”
