Tonight when tucking in Dylan, I told him that this was going to be the last kiss he gives me good night when he is 5. So I told him I want to remember it. He gave me a big hug and kiss good night, and I thought, that was that moment, no biggie right?
Wrong....
He started to get those huge brown puppy dog eyes and then he tried to hold back the tears....
I asked him why he was crying and he said he didn't want to grow up, he wanted to go back to 2 or three years old, back in the good ol' days.
MOM: what made those days better than now?
DYLAN: oh you know.....dad was younger then, and he played games with me. now all he says is," get to bed".
MOM: (trying hard not to giggle but look concerned)
DYLAN: I don't want this to be the last kiss when I'm 5
MOM: this may be the last one at 5, but I'm going to get 364 good night kisses when your 6!
DYLAN: Is it morning yet?
MOM: get to bed!!
1 comment:
nicely written blog. I like the sad begining and the funny twist at the end. :]
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