While snuggling with Truett this morning, I casually asked him if he would give his blanket to me so I could sleep well. His answer was a quick and firm no. Then I asked him if he could share half his blanket with me – I didn’t need the whole thing, just half would do.
He sucked his thumb and was silent for a long time, then shook his head ever so slightly in his typical noncommittal fashion.
So I left it at that because it wasn’t his blanket that I wanted anyway.
After a while, he slipped out of the room and came back a minute later with a pair of scissors, causing me to overreact because the last time he held a pair of scissors, he butchered his sister’s hair. “You can’t play with the scissors, Tru, it’s very dangerous, go put it back!”
“It’s for you, mommy. You can cut Truett’s blankie so mommy gets half and Truett gets half then we can both sleep very well.”
That was way better than anything I was hoping for.