I told him I would be up in a minute for what he still calls "snuggle time." I know it's a bit strange, but some nights Elias will ask me to just snuggle with him. I climb up the ladder of his bed and lie there with him for just a few minutes. For a boy who used to detest being hugged or held, this is a sweet time. Last night, he asked me about the party and what I had to eat. Then he said, "Well, who did you talk to?" In that moment, I saw this truly grown-up person carrying on quite a grown-up conversation. Moments later, he was fixated on the storage space above the closet and still begging for his father to check it to make sure there is no boogie man in there. And there you have it, little boy and little man, all wrapped into one. We sung prayers and then I fumbled down the ladder, rearranged the nightlight to scare off potential boogie-men and left the door open a bit. As I was leaving, he reminded me, just 48 hours until I'm 8. Can it really be true?
|This is a zombie who demanded cake at breakfast|