when he's feeling a little scared at bedtime he likes to lay on top of me. like a newborn falling asleep on your chest. a newborn who weighs fifty pounds. but i always say yes because he's my baby. and it only hurts a little bit. last night he asked to lay on me. as he climbed up he said, "i like to lay like this because this is the best way to fall asleep." there was a short pause in which i savored his sweet words. then this. "but mama? um. your breath is so hot and stinky." oh. my bad. let me hold my breath while you take thirty minutes to fall asleep. i don't even like oxygen that much anyway. also i don't feel self conscious at all right now. #howtoraiseagentleman








