The Essence of Wilder

I'm still lying in bed when Wilder walks groggily into my room. "Mama, where's Papa?" "He's downstairs." "Oh." He turns around and starts to wander off in search of Jerry. And then ... "Oh, Mama!" He flies across the bed, puts his little long arms around my neck and gives me a squeeze and then a kiss. "I'm sorry, I almost forgot." Because that's just the way Wilder is. Such a sweet, sweet boy.