Well there we are.

Cordelia and I sometimes relay our affections in the following manner: She'll come over to touch my chest, just over my heart, and sweetly ask, "Who does this belong to?" I'll smile and reply that, of course, it belongs to her. She'll then touch her own heart and it is my turn to inquire to whom it belongs. To which she'll smilingly answer "You!" It's very sweet. You can't really imagine how sweet.

However, as Shannon has lately alluded, Cordelia has been going through a difficult last two years period. And last night, at bedtime, I was forced to be quite stern with her. She announced that she no longer liked me. I told her to get into her bed.

She did. She then glared at me and declared, "I'm looking out at you with my mad face!"

I responded, not altogether rationally, that I was displaying to her my mad heart, because she had been so rude.

Cordelia immediately shot back: "Your mad heart is still mine!"

And so it is.