Friday, February 1, 2013

That does not compute

It's 7pm and my little girl who stayed home from school asks to go to bed.

"Mama, will you snuggle with me?"

"Of course, hunny."

The girl brushes her teeth and we climb into bed, pulling the covers up to our chins. She sighs contentedly in the darkness and loudly whispers, "Mama, when you snuggle with me I feel all safe." She wiggles closer. "And when I snuggle with Blue Bear AND you, I feel extra, super-duper safe!"

"I'm glad, sweetie," I murmur.

Then she says, "I feel safe with Daddy, too!" as if she's afraid I will think she is playing favorites.

"I feel safe when I snuggle with him, too" I confide.

She turns her head to look at me and says in a completely baffled tone, "You snuggle with Daddy?!"

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