-isms from The Boy

So the kids, especially Miss Bubbly and The Boy, have always felt comfortable crawling into bed with me in the middle of the night. Bad dreams, thunderstorms, or just being cold, they're happy to banish all these problems by slipping under my blankets. And when I wake up enough, I take them back to their own beds and tuck them in. Tightly.

Thankfully, Miss Bubbly has outgrown that stage, since she's getting large in stature. But The Boy still fits by my side quite neatly, and at least one night in three I'll wake up to find him snuggled with me.

This was the case a couple of nights ago, and as I picked him up to take him to bed, his eyes popped open and he said, "Where's my pants?"
"You're wearing them, bud," I replied, sleepily, as we headed into his room.
"No, I'm not!"
"Yep, you are. Goodnight," I said, tucking him into bed.

I'm not sure I fully convinced him, but we were both too tired to care. He may have issued his usual reply, "Oh, I am!" as I left, but I couldn't tell you, since I still had an hour before the alarm went off and I was going to take advantage of that.