The Holes in Your Eyes

Just got back from the US, and Benjamin seems to suffer jet lag the worst of all. He woke up at midnight, and I was in bed with him from 12 to 3:30, hoping in vain that he would drift off to sleep again. As we lay there, whispering in the dark, he said,

"Mamma, did you know that the black things in your eyes are holes?"

"Really?"

"Yep! Do you know what they are for? They let the people you like into your heart so they can stay there. You're in there, Mamma, 'cause I like you."

And then he started listing off all the other people he had in his heart.