a tear in my eye

Brandan was sitting in my lap and we were browsing through a diabetes forum because he likes to see pictures of other people with diabetes. He pointed to the pictures and asked if each person has diabetes and I gave him answers like, "Yes" or "No, his/her son/daughter does." Then he asked me if I have diabetes. I said no. He put his hand on my leg and asked, "Do you have diabetes in your leg?" I laughed at that one and told him he's silly. Then he put his big, little hand on my chest and asked, "Do you have diabetes in your heart?" Those big blues eyes stared at me while I tried to decide if he knew what he was saying. I gave him the most honest answer I could, "Yes, your diabetes is in my heart." He apologized! I said to him, "Don't be sorry. You know I don't have your diabetes, right? Mama just loves you and your in my heart, so your diabetes is too." He replied, "Oh, I know. It's OK." I repeated him, "It's Ok?" He said, "Yeah, diabetes is OK." I gave him a hug and told him he's tough. And just like that, his attention was back on the computer screen.