Cancer Survivor, writing about Health and Fitness as you age

I was putting Lucas to bed last night and I noticed that Shark-Bait, the stuffed shark he sleeps with, wasn't in his bed. "Where's Shark-Bait?" He gave me a sheepish look and walked over to the desk in his room, opened the bottom drawer and pulled out Shark-Bait, then a few seconds later whipped out a stuffed dolphin from the same place. "Shark-Bait and Dolphin were on a date and they needed some privacy." He was completely serious. "A date??!" I can only imagine how ridiculous I must have looked and sounded, I was just totally stunned, not only that he knew the word, but he actually thought something about it. "What are they doing on a date?" "Well, you know, eating chocolate-covered strawberries and talking.." "Oohhh." How sweet, I'm thinking. The things he gets into his head. "So when did you decide that Shark-Bait and Dolphin should go on a date?" "About a week ago." What??! You've ...