My husband and I have two bright, healthy boys. When the youngest started kindergarten, I told him I wanted a third child. He said I could wish for anything I wanted.
On the second day of kindergarten, three boys suddenly appeared at the door at lunchtime. "Hello, my name is Luis, can I have lunch with you?"
"But Luis, what does your mother say if you don't eat lunch with her?" I asked. "She's sleeping," Luis said. Since then, he regularly came to us for six months after kindergarten. He left with a full stomach and always with a greeting to his mother. He told me something about her, neither good nor bad, but he told me in detail everything about airplanes. He knew everything about them.
