I remember my oldest daughter not wanting to eat her lunch when she was about Nico’s age, so I took a round piece of colby cheese and decorated it into a “face” with olive eyes, cottage cheese hair and the like. She was so little – but she still remembers this at twenty-five.

When she was a bit older, she would often help my wife pack my lunch (something precious to me in symbol and in act) and she would always take a little ‘munchkin’ bite out of it as a “surprise” for me and I still remember it at fifty.

I still miss those munchkin bites and I’m better for it. yes, it IS love.