As I pulled up the last bit of comfiness (his comforter) I asked him, "Do you want Mummy to lay down with you tonight?" knowing the answer already.
It's always yes. In fact I'm basically a prisoner of my son's room until he eventually surrenders to the sleep Gods.
"Yes Mumma. Lay down." He pats the pillow beside his. My pillow. He does this every night....pats my pillow if I haven't already laid my head next to his.
"Why do you want Mummy to lay down with you every night?" I also know the answer to this question too.
But I love hearing it. A Mother never tires of hearing those words.
I settle in, pulling his fleece Spiderman blanket over my legs then laying my head down next to his. We're are facing one another.
His big blue eyes lock onto mine and with a small smile on his lips he says,
"Because I love you."
"You are so sweet. I love you too."
"No, you're sweet."
"You're as sweet as pie."
"You're as sweet as...apples."
Now if that ain't sweeter than apple pie....I'm not sure what is.