I couldn't figure out what he was saying at first. He was hugging me and squeezing one of his dolls at the same time. I thought the word sounded like something familiar, but maybe I'd heard it wrong.
He leaned his head into me, and said it again in his sweet, little-boy voice: "Frenz."
"Friends?" I asked him.
"Uh-huh."
"Are Mommy and Westley friends?"
"Uh-huh."
Boom!
