Out of the mouths of babes

Ethan has been a little under the weather for the past few days, running a fever, headache and just not himself. So he's been waking up at night and crying out for me. I force myself jump out of bed and head upstairs to comfort him each time.

The first night he did this, he whined "I just want someone to lay with me for a little bit". So I snuggle up close to him in his bed, wishing his miseries away. It doesn't matter what time it is, I will never turn down an opportunity to snuggle with my boys. I was loving it.

Ethan turned away and said "Mommy?"

"Yes love?"

And then the whopper. "You can get up now...your breath stinks."

The next night, he beckoned again. I checked my breath in my hand. Not too bad.  (Come on people, who's breath doesn't smell after a few hours of sleep?) I hoped this would extend our snuggle time.

"Mommy will you lay with me?"

"Sure sweetie, for a few minutes."

A minute or so went by and I almost dozed off in his bed. But then...

"Okay mommy, you can go now. That's all the minutes I can take."

What a stinker!


  1. Oh my gosh little heartbreaker!!! Weston seems to thrive on finding ways to do the Mexican Hat Dance (as my hubby has aptly termed it) on my heart, too. ;D