“What’s that there, Mommy?” Jordan asked me last night, pointing to one of many tears in my eyes. “What’s that here, Mommy?” he inquired, pointing to another tear and wiping it away. “What’s this one, Mommy? What’s this here? What’s that there?” he continued several times.
“There’s a tear on your eye, Mommy. You sad, Mommy?” Jordan gently prodded. Quietly he touched my eye and wiped yet another tear from my surplus. Then taking his tiny finger he placed the tear drop on his own eye and said, “There’s a tear on my eye, Mommy. I’m sad.”