Melchior seems to be taking up his mantle. Yesterday we visited my psychologists' office. Melchior went out of his way to befriend the hurting. One boy, maybe 10-11 y.o. sitting between his mom and dad, was particularly of interest. Melchior kept going over to see him. Before I knew it, he was up on his lap. Baltho, redux.

I just knew it when he told me he wanted to be called Melchior this time!