Tiny and I have recently developed the perfect recipe for scrambled eggs. The not-so-secret secret ingredient is butter (and plenty of it). The real secret ingredient is waking up early on a Saturday while Medium’s still asleep, turning on some cartoons and spending time together making breakfast. We wrote down our recipe and buried it in the back yard in a medicine bottle. Good luck finding it without the treasure map.

Even more recently, he and I made some pretty delicious stuffed eggplants. He called himself the little chef and put on a toque that, frankly, I had forgotten we even owned. He climbed his stool and began to stir the onions and peppers, then “Ooh! I know what else I need,” he said. In a very little time, he located the most important bit of kit in our kitchen — our fake moustaches. Needless to say, dinner turned out great.