What a difference an hour makes! B "slept in" until 7:30 this morning. Unlike his brother he still hasn't been seduced by the siren song of violent Japanese cartoons and came in for his morning cuddle.
I was feeling more rested this morning and really enjoyed the interaction-- especially once I got him chatting to divert him from his mission to keep me warm.
At one point he said something funny and I grabbed him in a big bear hug and said:
B, promise me that you'll always cuddle with me like this, even after you've grown up!
A rumble arose from M's side of the bed: Do you think he's really going to want to be in bed with us like this when he's 35?!
To which the answer was obvious: Why not?! I'm 35 and I'm looooooooooving it!
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