Today our five year old called me one of his favorite people
Ok I might have started it by calling him one of my favorite people
And then of course I had to keep it going by asking him why I am one of his favorite people…
(This is hobby security)
His answer (as I was cradling him in my arms and gazing into his beautiful blue eyes) was;
‘Because you have a nice big warm cozy bed that I can sleep in’
To which I smooched his cheek and set him back on his feet and said
’I don’t think so...’
We are terrible co-sleepers
He sleeps sideways and upside down and puts his legs on top of the quilt and wakes up every 15 minutes to ask for a drink of my water
And his feet are almost always filthy
He drools and sweats and kicks and clobbers me
(I don’t think it is on purpose)
I don’t exactly look forward to it
And yet
When a few nights have gone by that he hasn’t come sneaking in from the bottom of the bed to squish between us
I get a twinge of sadness
And an urge to write about these days and draw them in little stick people comic stories
So I can remember
What do kids love hearing more then stories about themselves when they were little?