For the last few months T has been falling asleep with his light on because he is scared of the dark room. Even with its rather bright nightlight. On the way to bed for the night I stop in, look at his sweet sleeping face, give him a kiss, and turn the light off.
A week ago my parents arrived for a visit. T loves their visits for a million reasons, but one of the biggies is having his Grandma do bedtime with him.
She asked him if he wanted the light off after stories and he told her to leave it on. As she was getting ready to leave he called her back.
“Grandma? I sleep with the light on, but sometimes when I wake up in the morning it is turned off. Before you go to bed will you come in here and check that it is still on?”
I’m an accidental asshole.
Look at this nut. He has 12 more school pictures to go, but I cannot imagine loving any as much as I love this one.
Goodbyes with the grandparents.