Last night I had a Mary Kay meeting and got home after Ben was already in bed. Except, as is his norm, he wasn't sleeping. He was reading instead. Loudly. So I went up to investigate, and a very excited little boy insisted on reading his book to me. He was SO proud of himself for being able to read it, and I was SO proud of him as well.
I told him how proud I was of him, and informed him that reading hour was done and it was time to sleep. As I tucked the covers in around him, he asked if I'd stay for "just five minutes" because I am his "very best friend". I know a buttering-up technique when I see it, but rarely is this boy ever this sweet, so I complied and crawled in under the covers with him.
After he pulled my arm across his chest and put his own across mine (well, his short little arm made it about to my left breast, where it rested a moment until I slid it down to my ribs), he leaned in and said to me, "Mommy, you're so pretty. Just like a princess".
I just love my boys!