Truth Be Told....

Every evening, Small Pants curls up in my lap for about 15 minutes before bedtime. We snuggle and talk about the day and then I tuck him in for the night. As long as he has Mr. Fuzzles and his "Moon in my Room" book, he is happy as a clam. Some evenings, I am a bit busy, so I suggest that he snuggle with Pants instead of me. The answer is always a resounding "No, mama."

Last night, I asked him why and here is our conversation - unedited and verbatim....


Me: "Why don't you ever sit in Daddy's lap before bedtime?"

Sm P: "I don't know"

Me: "Don't you think it would be nice to try that sometimes? Daddy has a comfy lap" (yes, a snicker eminated from Pant's chair on that comment)

Sm P: "No, I don't want to."

Me: "Why not, sweetie?"

Sm P: "Because that lap poots, mama."



Well, I couldn't very well send him over there after that startling revelation, could I?