September 30, 2008

 I’ve Gotta Secret!

I was putting the little guy down to bed and he whispers:  “Momma, I gotta secret.  Wanna know it?”
Smiling, because, really, what kind of secret could a two and a half year old have from his mom, I whisper back, “You want to share it?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods, serious.

“Okay, what is it?” I encourage him.

He sits up on his elbows and spews his secret:  “Every night when everyone else is asleep I hop outta bed and flip on my light.  Then I play and play and play all by myself until I’m tired again.  Then I go to sleep.”

“That’s a good secret,” I smile at him, now understanding why each morning his light is blazing away.

He nods, his eyes sparkling.  “Don’t tell,” he said as he cuddled under the covers.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” and I kiss him good night.