girlfiend

Last night F, who has been in a relatively decent mood the past few days, and I were cuddling in bed for a few minutes before I left him to fall asleep on his own. (Yes, he sleeps in my bed, but there’s no way I’m staying with him until he falls asleep. Why I draw the line I don’t know, but that’s the line, and he can scream all he wants I won’t cross it.) He was a little nutty, flailing and burying himself beneath his warm towel (another quirk. He likes us to warm up a towel for him in front of the fireplace before he gets into bed) and banging his head against the pillows. I told him I was going to leave in two minutes, so he needed to settle down.

He turned to me and said, “Mommy, I like Christmas time. It is my favorite… (he searched for the word here) holiday. And winter is my favorite season because it’s when it is Christmas.”

Just then B came into the room and I told F to tell daddy what he told me. F repeated himself pretty much word for word until he got to the part about winter. He said, “Winter is my favorite season and spring.” B asked him why he liked spring. F said, “I like spring because it’s when the flowers grow.” And then B started to cry a little and my heart exploded all over the bed.

You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.