Yesterday Jack was sitting across my lap and I patted his belly. He pulled up his shirt and I looked at his belly button. It is a perfect one. I poked it. He giggled. I leaned in seriously and whispered, “Your belly button is what once connected you to me.” He looked into my eyes with a concentration and a seriousness not normally seen in a 5 year old. And then he started to giggle. It grew into an uncontrollable belly laugh that had him throwing his head back, tears in his eyes, and lips turning pale from the strenuous fit of laughter. I cannot begin to imagine what was in his head. It sure made him happy. It made me happy. Good stuff.