So today I went to pick up one of the boys I babysit from school.  His name is Jack and he's 8, the oldest of three boys I babysit regularly.  So I pick him up and we're driving back to his house and he's telling me about his day, and then he's quiet for a bit.  After a few minutes he says my name and I say yes, and he pauses before saying 'I'm happy you're happy.'  And while I thought this was pretty cute, I was a little confused and I asked him what he meant.  And he tells me 'well, I think you were sad last week, and now you're happy again.'
I almost started crying then and there.
The fact that this kid could pick up on how difficult last week was for me was crazy.  And sad.  And precious.
I love my kids.