Sunday, August 3, 2008
So I was putting Harrison to bed for his quiet time this afternoon. As we were walking into the bedroom he asked me to lay with him and I had told him no. I put him in bed and laid down to snuggle next to him. I told him I was going to go take a shower now and I gave him a big hug and just looked at him. Soon he said "Mom, I want you to go." Oh - he has not said this to me in a long time. Usually there is a bit of a struggle at bedtime. While Bennett is the best sleeper I have ever met, Harrison is on the opposite spectrum. I asked him when he wanted me to come back and check on him (this is a little routine that we have). He said - and I am not making this up - "When you get rid of that breath. What does it smell like? I don't like it." When does honesty not become always the best policy?