Walking home in the dusk today, Sam told me that he's lost the magic light in his eyes.
The magic light is how he used to be able to see in the dark.
And now, since it's gone, he can't see in the dark anymore.
He's sad about it; he doesn't know where it went and wishes it would come back. But philosophical and not too distressed. I was glad to be kept in the loop.
In typical Sam fashion, the conversation soon turned to other things.
And parenting had suddenly regained some of the magic that had been lost in the daily grind.