I know! You're surprised, right? Just sometimes.
I woke the other morning, not quite ready to wake up and get on with the day. As I lay in bed, Jason came in the room. "Come lay with me," I said, as I pulled back the comforter.
Oh wait... Mom, you can stop reading.
As he crawled into the bed, I rolled away from him, waiting for the inevitable spooning hug I was about to get. I waited. But he wasn't hugging. He wasn't spooning. What the hell? "WHY AREN'T WE SPOONING?!"
"Um, I'm taking my glasses off."
Patience, Karen, you must learn patience.