I had a laugh at DS3 and DH last night. DS had requested a pair of socks for bed, and DH was goofily trying to put them on DS' hands instead. After DH had tested out DS' receptiveness to wearing socks on his hands in many scenarios (in space as added insulation inside a space suit, in a parallel world where socks are called mittens, etc), DS curtly replied: "Daddy, stop your nonsense talk." DH burst out laughing and said to me, "He's obviously your son!" smile

What is to give light must endure burning.