In the wee hours of morning today Oliver came down into our bedroom and crawled into bed between us. I was somewhat aware that he had joined us, but was still totally committed to my sleep.
Then, I heard a little voice behind me say, “Mommy, I wannoo wub your back.”
I proceeded to turn over so my back faced my little treasure and received the sweetest, little-handed back rub ever.
In response to an opposites book we read with Oliver at bedtime last night, we had this conversation with him at breakfast this morning:
Ryan: “Oliver, is Scout plump or lean?”
O: “Scout is not plump!”
Me: “What about Mommy? Is Mommy plump or lean?”
O: “You are not plump!”
Ryan: “And, what about Daddy? Am I lean or plump?”
O: “Daddy is weeen!”
(We’re both totally relieved by Oliver’s responses)
Me: “What about you, Oliver? What are you?”
O: “I’m a cowboy!”