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
