Bedtime for Bobo


This boy kills me. After snuggling with him for a few minutes at bedtime, I stood up to give him his last hugs and kisses. While I buried my lips in his squishy little cheeks, he snaked his hands around my neck and locked them behind my head.
I’m nevah letting you go! He said, in his Master of the Universe voice.
Neva! Neva! Nevaaaaaaaaahh!

And even though there were dishes in the sink, and clothes to fold, and quiet to enjoy, I really wished he wouldn’t.


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