VIOLET: "Mommy, you love me, right? And you love Ozzy, too, right?"

ME: "Yep, Violet, I have enough room to love you both!"

VIOLET, puzzled: "So 'love' is a space?"

At this point, I should have responded something about love living in my heart, and that there is enough  'space' in my heart to love them both, but sometimes her questions momentarily flabbergast me.