My son loves me again. Last night, he didn't want anything to do with me. Read a night-night story? Fat chance, fat man! Give me momma or prepare for me to bring the pain... THE PAIN! (insert strobe lights and dramatic echos here)
Or it was something like that. I don't know if the actual evening contained witty pro-wrestling banter, but it was close.
Tonight? Hugs. Kisses. More hugs. His toy lion? Got a kiss from him too, compliments of my boy. If melting when my boy wraps his arms around me makes me a wimpy man, then so be it.