Last night, after Nathan was supposedly asleep, I opened the door to the boys’ room, and Nathan was sitting on the floor. He knew he was in trouble, so he started crying. I oh-so-lovingly popped that cute little tooshie and put him back in bed as he’s crying, “I want a huuuuuugg!”
I give him a hug – he’s still crying – and between sobs, he is saying something that I can’t understand.
“What?” I ask.
He repeats (still choking and sobbing), “Iloveyouallthewayuptothe moo-hoo-hoooon!”
“And back,” I tell him.
He makes it so hard for me to stay mad at him.