Tonight, (about 40 minutes) after B finished W's story time and left him alone to sleep, I get the call.
"Maaaaaahhhhhhhhh Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." (Imagine the last few Es trailing off pathetically.)
Of course, he only does this when he hears me come upstairs to do something else; then I can't ignore him without causing a full-on, wake-the-baby-who's-actually-sleeping screaming fit. What can I say. The kid knows how to manipulate me.
So, I do what I do every other night, and head into his bedroom for a couple of minutes of snuggling and chatter. He can't seem to sleep without me laying down with him for a bit (though I hear he does fine when I'm not physically in the building where he's sleeping - again with the manipulation thing). This is how tonight's episode played out (with interpretations as necessary):
Me: What's wrong, Buddy?
W: Fie mih-nuhs. ["Five minutes." His way of asking me to lay in his bed with him for five minutes before leaving.]
Me (settling my far-too-large-for-a-toddler-bed frame on to the bed): All right.
W: [Several minutes of random jabbering about trains and his sea horse and Grandma and such.]
Moment of silence
W (grabbing a chunk of my hair): Wha's dis, Mommy?
Me: That's my hair.
W: Get haircut? [I don't know if he heard B say something about my haircut when I came home tonight, or if he actually noticed that it looked different. I'm betting on the former.]
Me: Yep, I did.
W (excited): Get sucker?
Me: No, I didn't get a sucker after my haircut.
W (really excited): Get orrge [orange] sucker?
Me (trying to contain my laughter): No, honey, I didn't get any suckers. They only give those to big boys.
W (practically bouncing out of bed): I get orrge sucker! Iss YUMMY!
I'm not sure why I found that little exchange so funny (and I'm sure none of you did...sorry. My blog and all, you know). First, I'm surprised that he remembered getting an orange sucker after his last haircut. I suppose I shouldn't be, though. He remembers all kinds of random stuff like that. Second, I think the fact that he got so excited about my imaginary sucker was cute.
Yeah, it's lame. But it's also late and I'm tired, so you get what you get. It's the end of November. I can't give you a better excuse than that.