[you know, he wasn't going to give you excuses. he wasn't going to whine. but really? pushing him with the 'you weren't supposed to' just -- no. suddenly he's angry, too, and he whirls around]

Oh, I don't know, maybe because every time I'd begin to think hey this is the perfect time to talk about this, suddenly one of us would be under some dumb misfired spell, or too busy trying not to freak out about thunderstorms, or having fun at the beach that I didn't want to potentially ruin by telling you how YOU weren't sure if you actually WANTED a Mom after all, or - or each other, which, let me tell you, sure made me feel like being just me mattered! NOT. And sometimes - yeah! You know what?! Sooooometiiiiiimes you and Huey got so all up about being better at magic and having been here longer that I kinda liked having something that was just mine. Something that really DID make me more than just The One In The Blue Shirt! I was the one who knew who Mom was. It might not have been much but ... but ...

[he's got nothin'. except maybe crying. he can do that for an encore if there are any takers. no? too bad. He's doing it anyay]