11:00 PM

"Mom, why are you talking like a robot."

"I am a robot."

"No you're not, you're my mom."

"We were switched at your birth."

"You're not a robot...," his eyes narrow as he peers into mine.

"I love you, now go to bed."

"Love you too, g'night," he says and starts down the hall, then turns for another quick look.