Lately my son has started his own bedtime routine. Instead of reading a book and a little rocking, he wants me to lay in his bed and "cuddle him." This is a trait he can blame on me. I am a die hard cuddler. If the hubby is sitting near me on the couch, at minimum, my leg will be hanging over his leg. If I have my way, I'm practically sitting in his lap. It only applies to those for whom I hold large amounts of affection. All others are not in danger of my cuddle needs.
Last night, during the cuddle portion of the evening, he said, "Can we go to the dot store tomorrow?"
"Dot store, " I asked. "Why do we need dots?" Of course, I'm assuming he needs some kind of stamps or stickers.
"I only have two dots," he replied. "On my legs."
"Son, what are you talking about, what kind of dots?"
"Like your dots on your face and arms, I only have two dots."
"Oh, you mean freckles. Why do you want more freckles?"
"So I can be pretty like momma."
Can you explode from love?
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