Last Friday.
It is past midnight. Graham and I are laying together on a double bed at my parent's house, a novelty which so excites him he has resisted sleep for hours. I am weary. Past weary. Cuddles and whispered endearments have long since given way to hissed admonishments.
"Mama?"
"Shush."
"Isn't it soooo fun to sleep on mommy's bed?"
"Shush!"
"Mama?"
"SHUSH!"
"Mama?"
"Go to sleep."
"Sorry mama."
"Sorry 'bout that."
"Mama?."
"We can talk tomorrow."
"But mama-"
"Tomorrow Graham!"
"Mama?"
"Shush Graham, go to sleep!"
"But mama-"
"WHAT?! WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT IT CAN'T WAIT FOR MORNING!"
"Mama, I just wanted to tell you that your hair looks terrific and that you are pretty like a princess."
"Oh...okay...well, thank you."
"Mama?"
"Yes Graham."
"Isn't it sooo fun to sleep on mommy's bed?"
"Yes Graham. Yes, it is."
