I usually end up dressing the Boy after a bath. Not always, but usually. It’s one of the times he’s most chatty, and his developing bilinguality shows often, as does the linguistically-hybrid nature of our family.

“Who’s my misiek?” I ask after he’s pointed to a teddy bear on his sleeper and proclaimed it to be a “misiek.” He smiles. I ask again: “Are you my misiek?”

“Tak!” he joyously replies.