As part of our “adjustment” exercises, The Boy has a journal at our house (we’re hoping one at both houses, but Lord only knows).  It is a hard and fast rule that only he is allowed to touch it, read it, or even move it.  It is HIS journal, and he may write whatever he wants in there.  Occasionally, he will ask us to participate.

The Boy: Sarah, I think you should write in my journal.
Me: Okay, what should I write?
The Boy: I dunno; whatever you feel like.  And it will be a secret between you and me.
Me: Okay. (I write, “I THINK [THE BOY] IS A REALLY COOL KID.  I HOPE WE CAN READ CHAPTER BOOKS TOGETHER SOON.”  Then I close the journal and return it where it was.)
The Boy: Good. (He paces as he tries to overcome the anticipation, and finally, he grabs the journal and flips open to where I’ve written in it.  He takes his time, soaks it all in, then snaps it closed and puts it back.)
The Boy: So, Sarah.. it seems you think I’m a pretty cool kid.
Me: Yes, I most certainly do.
The Boy: You don’t have to keep THAT a secret, you know.