Turner stands at the top of the stairs and yells, "Mommy!" It is loud enough to warrant dropping everything in my lap into the floor and taking off running for the stairs. Turner is dragging, step by step, toward me.
"What's wrong?"
"I saw you when you got off my pillow."
"Oh yeah." I kneel at the bottom and wait for him to make his way down the stairs.
"Yeah. And, I was mad at you because I wanted you to stay on my pillow and sleep with me all the time until I waked up." He rubs his eyes a bit and drops down another stair.
"Well I can't sleep wiht you forever. I stayed until I knew you were dreaming."
"Well, I'm mad at you."
"How would I get dinner ready if I watched you sleep in your bed?"
He meets me on the stairs. Looks up at me and says, "That's your problem." Then, quietly and with little hesitation he leans in and kisses me. "Can I have a snack now?"
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