Yesterday evening at bed time, Ben & I had cuddles and a song and then I left the room while Nick & Ben had their cuddles & song (a nightly tradition). When Nick was done, he came out and said Ben was asking for more mommy cuddles, so I went back in and was cuddling/tickling Ben. He got a little crazy and kicked at me, which was my signal that silly time was done and it was bed time. Slightly annoyed at being nearly kicked in the face, I said "good night" rather curtly, covered him up with his blanket and left the room.
Cue the hysterics.
Cue the theatrical crying.
Several moments passed and his door opened and a sobbing Ben rushed into the living room and launched himself at Nick.
"What's going on, Ben?"
(in a hysterical, sobbing voice): "Mommy said good night!"
to which Nick tried to smother a laugh and said "oh my goodness! she said "good night"??? is that all??"
and Ben launched into a few more tears and blurted out "then she put the blanket on me!"
and Nick couldn't hold it back anymore "she said good night and tucked you in?? what a mean mommy!"
oh, that kid.
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