One summer evening, Son #1 and Son #2 decided that they wanted to camp out in our youngest son's room for the night. The boys dragged out their sleeping bags, special blankets, and pillows. Son #1 brought in his stuffed Snoopy while Son #2 cuddled with Pete the Cat. I sat down on the floor with their devotional book and a fun story book. The boys snuggled under the covers as I read. Then, we prayed and gave each other kisses.
Son #1 pulled the blankets up to his chin and hugged Snoopy tightly. He closed his eyes and whispered. "Good night, Mommy. I love you."
I kissed his cheek one more time and said. " I love you, my little Coo Agoo"
Son #2 wiggled around under his covers. He reached up with his tiny hand and asked. "Ear? Ear?"
I leaned down and let him hold my ear for a second. Then, I pointed to my cheek with my finger. "Kiss? Kiss?" I requested.
Son #2 pursed his lips and planted a kiss on my cheek. I kissed his chubby cheek and whispered. "I love you, Baby Jangly June."
As I walked out of the room, I reached out to turn off the bedroom light. Before the light went off, I turned to blow kisses to my sweet boys. The boys began to bounce around and I warned them in a growly voice. "Lay down. Go to bed."
They immediately lay down and apologized. Then, Son #2 picked up Pete the Cat and placed the stuffed animal on his bed. He covered Pete with a soft blanket and scowled. "Go to bed!" He scolded loudly. Son #2 crossed his arms, sat on his sleeping bag, and wrinkled his brow.
Irritably, Son #1 admonished his younger brother. "Be quiet! I'm trying to sleep."
Son #2 replied to his older brother. "You go to bed!"
From under the covers, Son #1 muttered. "Shut your pie hole."
Before things went completely awry, I turned off the lights and reminded my boys. "Shhh!" Then, I quickly ran to the other side of the house before they could argue again.