My son, JB, is now 3½. A couple of days ago I caught him singing these words to himself:
Open your heart, open your heart, open your heart
I wondered what he was thinking, so when he stopped singing, I asked him about it.
JB, what do you think is in your heart?
JB, after a moment’s pause:
Well, I’ve got love in my heart.
Mummy, what have you got in yours?
L (my wife):
I’ve got love in my heart, too.
So, JB, what do you think is in your heart?
JB (no pause this time):