“Wake up the truck?”
“Daddy’s bicycle awake.”
As Aidan and I lay in his tent on a cushion. “Mommy night night.” A pause as I close my eyes, then “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” he yells and then gives me a kiss.
After I tell him not to touch my glasses for the thousandth time he puts his help on my shoulder and says, “Not bad mommy, not bad.”
I say “No Aidan you are not bad, but you are not allowed to touch mommy’s glasses.”
“Mommy nose glasses on.”
“Yes Aidan, Mommy’s glasses are on my nose.”
“Nose book closed.”