Last week while scratching Huckle's back and talking before bed:
Huckle: Mommy, did I cry a lot when I started to live here?
Me: Well, yes, you did cry a lot.
M: I don't know. Do you know why? Were you sad, or scared, or angry?
H: I think I was a baby, and sometimes babies cry for their mommies, and I didn't know you were my mommy yet.
M: Hmm. Maybe.
H: But now I am big and brave and strong. And you are my big brave strong mommy.
Yeah, I cried like a baby.