Kev knows the inside of my brain practically as well as I do, featuring such thoughts as:
“I wish I could do that! I should work out.”
“Aw man, she’s such a fun mom!”
“I want to be friends with her!”
“I want to draw her!”
“…I’ll be in my bunk.”
… which is a very strange crisis of emotions to have all at once. Hopefully, by the time Momo goes back to gymnastics class, I’ll have built up an immunity.