"Momma, Momma, det out"
I peek out from under the covers...
"Det dessed"-a set of little hands grab my jeans (and nothing else) and thrusts them into my, now extended and still kind of tingly hand. Then more toddling-around to the other side of the bed-it's easier to climb up from that side-that's the usual climbing side.
"Me help" he says as he tries to pull the comforter off my snuggled body. Then he's confused when he finds a layer of BOTH blanket and sheet under the comforter...he doesn't use blankets on his own bed yet...much to my dismay.
"Me hold you" (which really means I want YOU to hold ME).
"Det out. Me help"
That's when I get up...who can resist that?
I promised Quarter-pint cinnamon rolls for breakfast...and he came into the kitchen as the rolls were baking. He scrunched up his face and said:
"Man, you make smelly cinnamon rolls! They smell really good."
Peewee-pint, watching the rolls bake, excitedly piped in:
"Cimm rolls smell yum! So yum me!!!"
