Shoved to Them
My husband is out of town tonight for work. At bedtime, my four year old son dragged his pillow and blanket downstairs to my room and climbed up into my bed.
“I’m sleeping with you so that you don’t get lonely or scared,” he told me matter-of-factly, and then busied himself with placing himself and his blankets just so.
When he was settled, he said “Good night, Mom, I love you….and just so you know, I brushed my teeth before I came down here because I didn’t think you’d want a guy with dragon breath in your bed.”
And you know what? He’s right. I really wouldn’t.
Good night my sweet boy. Thank you for keeping me safe and not scared, and for keeping the dragon breath out of my bed.
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