Where the love is
“What?” I asked, turning his way.
“That’s when I’m gonna get a girl, just like you and dad when you were 16,” he said.
“Get a girl? You might not want to say it like that. You sound like you’re gonna catch her in a net or something,” I teased.
“Yeah, I will,” he perked up. “I’ll catch her love.”
“Well that sounds nice. You can take her to dinner and get to know her,” I said.
Jeremy took another bite of his yogurt, then said, “I think the heart of the heart is where the love is.”
“The heart of your heart?” I repeated.
“Yeah, that’s where the love comes from,” he snickered. “I just made that up.”