After we put the boys to bed the other night, I hear Nathan calling me from his bed...
N: Mom?
Me (a little irritated that he's still awake): What, Nathan?
N: I love you.
Me (feeling bad now that I was irritated): I love you, too. Good night.
N: Mom?
Me (thinking what could he possibly need now?): What?
N: I love you.
Me (thinking what a lovey dovey I have for a son): I love you, too. Now go to sleep. Good night.
N: Mom?
Me (irritation bubbling back to the surface now): What?
N: Chicken butt! Hee-hee-hee!
Me (and Mark) trying to stifle our own giggles.
What a stinker.
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