do I get mad?

Last night, as I was reading X-man his bedtime story, he asked me a question. This is not usual. During the course of one Dr. Seuss book, I usually answer many, many questions about what is going on in the pictures and so on. This time was different.

X-man was staring at me very intently and then asked "what's that" as he pointed to my forehead. This had me worried. Did I have a giant pimple that was about to burst (as this has been happening lately), or a bug on me, what?? Nope. Instead, he was pointing at the wrinkle I now have between my eyes! He asked me to make that face again so he could see it, touch it, laugh at it. Nice. Then, he made the face and asked where his was. I told him that he did not have one...yet. He seemed ok with that answer.

I think that I am getting old. Or at least I must look it.


After I put him to bed, I went down to do mom stuff. Every night when I put X to bed, he tells me to not make a mess. So, I do mom stuff that involves not making a mess. Thanks 3 year old! On the monitor, I heard him get up and get a book. He then read the book to himself while occasionally flipping pages. I decided that there were worse things he could be doing, so I let him read while I finished not making a mess.

30 minutes later, I went up to check on him. When I opened the door, he was not in his bed. Momentarily, I panicked. Then I saw him...sitting in his bean bag chair, happy as could be, reading "One Fish, Two Fish, Red fish"(he does not like the full name of the book and so the title ends there). I did what every mother should do. I sat down next to him, let him put his little feet on my legs and we finished reading the book together.

Once the book was done and he had explained to me that he had first read the book in his bed, then in his glider and ended up on the beanbag chair, I tucked him back into bed.


"Mommy, are you happy?"


"Yes baby. Mommy is very happy"