Not really a brag, but fun to share:

Last night, Chico (just 5, and in the grip of a long-term obsession with space) fell out of bed; I ran upstairs to pick him up and soothe him and pop him back under the covers. Poor little lad, still half-asleep, whimpering a bit with his bumped head, whispered in my ear, "oh mummy, I love you even more than ASTRONOMY--big love, big, big love."

That has just made me happy all morning!