Last night as my son was climbing into bed with hubby and me, I told him to sleep next to daddy- that I didn’t want him on top of me. Afterall, I need this kid to cut loose from me stat- for his own good but also for his own good in terms of me.

Me: Kid, You can’t sleep next to me.

Kid: I am not.

Me: You cannot sleep with your arm on mine.

Kid: Why would I? Don’t worry mom- I don’t need to.

Me: Well what is this (pointing to hand on my arm)?

Hubby: It’s my arm… Tammy

Me: What?

Hubby: It’s my arm… Tammy

Me: Who’s Tammy?

Kid: (Laughing) You know… Tammy