This morning I had a wonderful little special time with Lewis. As he requested, we went on a bike ride to the May Day cafe to get a cinnamon roll, his favorite. And then we went to the park and pretended to be spies, running from tree to tree hiding from anyone we saw. He was so happy and I was so happy that he was so happy. Arthur and Lewis are great boys, but getting them on their own often amplifies their greatness. They often seem like their able to more fully be themselves and are less worried about sharing a parent or, god forbid, a cinnamon roll.