For this story to make any sense, you need some backstory.
Liam has shared our bed on and off since he was born. Sometimes it's more on than off, sometimes it's more off than on. These days it's about middling - usually between 2 and 3 AM he makes a mad dash for the center of the bed. Thump thump thump...(he's airborne here) ... flop. He conks right back out (after tucking his feet under whichever parent is more tolerant or in deeper sleep) and stays there til morning.
You also need to know that John gets up ungodly early most mornings. 5:30, 6 at the latest. Dark thirty an old friend from Accenture used to call that time of day. Because John is on one side of Liam, when he gets up he puts "Fake Daddy" into place. A couple pillows, smushed up against Liam, so Liam doesn't notice Daddy is missing.
One, two, three, awww. Yes, Daddy is sweet. Mind you, it's because of Daddy that we've continued to co-sleep so long. I fell into it accidentally as a coping strategy, it was John who surprised me with his acceptance of and preference for co-sleeping. Being gone long days and away some nights, I think he gets as much out of it as Liam seems to, in terms of reconnecting with each other. It's heart-meltingly cute.
So now you have the backstory, the sum total of my story for today is that this morning Liam made me a "Fake Liam."
So we were taking Riley (Anastasia's best friend's big sister, she's Liam's age) to gymnastics the other day. We were talking about types of birds because it was a nice spring day and birds were flying around.
The kids unwittingly gave me a great example of the difference between boys and girls.
We were talking about hawks, and wondering where they live. We decided they lived in the forest in tall trees, then each kid was taking a turn justifying their reasons for thinking this.
Riley went first. "I think hawks live in forest high high up in the trees where they wont' be bothered and they can have their babies."
Liam next. "Yeah. Also, there are a lot of other animals in the forest that the hawks can kill and eat for food."
Ah. Boys. They just look at the world differently.
So it's a beautiful spring day in suburbia. I was driving home from pre-school dropoff, windows FINALLY down (my prima donna doesn't like her hair blowing in her face, sigh.) I went past the true-green chemlawn truck.  If you know me, you know I'm kind of a tree hugger and would rather not do the green spray-paint/deadly chemical treatment to get my lawn looking perfect. We use an organic lawn service for fertilizer (no pesticides or herbicides, all natural ingredients except one man-made one that Bill, the organic farmer guy, says responds organically on the soil) and once in a while suck it up to get the dandelions killed, but we try to do that only every other year.
So the funny part about passing the chemlawn guy was, I got a big whiff of the stuff he was spraying. And, just for a brief moment...my brain said "Oh, that smells like spring."
 Does it count as "true green" if it's all artificially done by putting so much nitrogen on the ground that the grass can't help but green up?