My boyfriend came home last night around 9, and I told him Little Guy was still awake. I had just been in his room to rescue the cat who I heard meowing and groaning, trapped in the arms and bed of a 4-year-old. Little Guy was sad that I made him let go of the kitty and contorted his face to the most pitiful expression. I gave him a hug, and he leaned into me football style until we rolled and he had me all to himself for a snuggle. With a few giggles, he hopped out of bed and pranced to the turn off the light. He begged me to sleep with him. I declined, gave him another hug, and left.
So when Boyfriend came home, he went in Little Guy’s room and whispered, “Are you asleep?”
In a loud whisper, Little Guy answered, “Yes!”