The look on his face was adorable, and what kind of mother would she be if she did not take advantage? With a grin, she leaned forward and ruffled her boy's hair. "You still are, at least in my eyes. You should be proud of it." With a laugh she kissed his forehead, "Heavens darlig, I'm teasing."
With a nod she glanced down, "three was a good number. That day was a time of mysteries, but I never understood why it was needed. Your father insisted though." She sighed, 'despite the pain that what happened brought me, those days helped. It was as if you were there, and it helped me mourn. Helped me remember the good times we had."
The Frisbee almost made her flinch but she kept her smile, "you boys have fun with that." She set out the food, handing a plate to Apollo, then her son. "I made sure I got a bit of everything, it's surprisingly hard to find goat meat these days. As for catching up, ask and I'll fill you in. Save for a few exceptions life has been calm."