Every so often, I have to sneak into the kids' bedrooms at night and just watch them sleep for a while. (I even catch Daddy sneaking in there from time to time.) There's just something so innocent and sweet about a sleeping child.
The other night I went in to check on the kids, and Talon was still awake. He sat up in bed and said, "Mommy, can you sleep with me tonight?". Before I could even get a word out, he followed it by... "Daddy can sleep by himself tonight. He wont care!" I told him I couldn't sleep with him all night, but that I would snuggle with him for a few minutes. As soon as I laid down, he got really quiet, then said, "Mommy, is it okay that I don't remember when I was a baby?". I told him that I didn't remember when I was a baby either, and assured him that it was just fine. He seemed content with that answer and settled in to go to sleep. I must say, I have wondered from time to time what kids think about when they go to sleep at night. Maybe it's stuff like this.
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