There we lay, and he says to me "Mom, I wanna drag your face across the floor." "WHAT?" I try not to yell. I pull my head out of his death grip around my neck and look at him puzzled. Now I don't know if it's because he sensed my dismay and is old enough (3 & 1/2) for a quick cover, or if this is what he meant all along....He proceeds to tell me " I wanna drag your face across the floor so you can never leave my room cuz I love you and you are my best buddy ever!" "sigh" is all that is heard from me. Then a "I love you too my little sugar bump." I proceed to tuck him in, give him a million more goodnight kisses and quietly exit his room.
I don't know if it was the relief I from hearing his sweet words after his mean ones, or if I am just that much wrapped around his finger; but I can honestly say I didn't even question how the whole dragging my face across the floor fit in to loving me so much until I wrote this post. How funny. I gotta give him points (yet again) for originality. Well gotta go, gotta wash all that dust off my face...I haven't vacuumed in awhile!! :)