So on Saturday I'm in the kitchen, trying to clean up the mess of us being a virtual single-parent family for a week, when Number One Son walks in.
"Mommy! Are you still radioactive?"
"No," I say, and he runs over and gives me a big hug. Now Number One Son just turned 13, and hugs really aren't his thing, so I hug back happily, glad for a bit of spontaneous cuddling.
Then he backs up, grabs his neck, and gasps, "Ahh! My thyroid!"