Advance Warning

This is the official advance warning to all family members to skip this post if you are at all squeamish about the thought of Hubby and myself adoring each other.

For all of those brave enough to read on:

Early on Sunday morning, I heard a familiar voice in the darkness, "Mama, come get me!" I walked into Conway's room, pulled him from his bed, took him to use the bathroom and plopped him into bed between Hubby and myself. As we were both drifting back to sleep, Hubby had not stirred. Conway slid a freezing cold hand up my shirt and asked, "Nonway hold Mommy booby?"

I pulled my shirt down and gently told him no.

From the darkness, I heard from the other side of the bed "Papa hold Mommy booby?"

That was also a no.