"Someday you're going to leave me," I tell him as I tuck him in and tickle dream angels into his scalp. "Some day you're going to meet a girl and fall in love and kiss her and get married and have babies."
Liam screws up his face. "I don't kiss guwls!"
"I'm a girl," I tell him and I lean over to kiss him goodnight.
"No you're not. You're dust my mom. And I don't wanna maywee a guwl."
"I'm dust gonna maywee a mermaid!"