After I tuck the little one in at night, he knows he isn't supposed to get out of bed. Well this evening, I was cleaning the house, and I could hear him out of bed.
I tiptoed back to his room, opened the door, and sure enough--there was my angel in his jammies, out of bed.
"Get back in bed. You are not supposed to get out of bed, mister," I said sternly.
"Have a kiss?" was his precious/heart melting/adorable/perfect response.
"Okay, you can have a kiss." (He "really" had to twist my arm on that one.)
"Another kiss please?" Oh, okay. :)
"Mommy has to go. You need to stay in your bed. It's night-night time." I got up and headed toward the door.
"Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"Um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um. . ."
"What is it, sugar?"
"Have another kiss?"
:)
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