I was cuddling with Matthew this evening after stories , which he read to me, (he's getting so big so fast). He likes to lift up his jammie shirt and put his Thomas blanket directly onto his tummy. He asks for his blanket while lifting up his jammie shirt and I lay the blanket on his tummy. Then he tells me that I need to have some blanket too. I tell him "Thank you, Matthew. You take such good care of me."
He replies " I have to take care of you Mommy. I don't want a T-Rex to eat you." Meanwhile he has his still slightly chubby arms wrapped tightly around my neck and he has his pudgy face squished up against my face, a position that he has liked since he was an infant. I do my good -Mommy- job and I remind him that there aren't any T-Rexes anymore and that we are safe. All the while wishing there was some way I could can this moment like you could applesauce, so that I could open it up when he is refusing to even talk to me at 15.