But today, he threw me for a loop...
"Mama, can we get one of those?," he says gesturing to the TV.
"What? The automatic toothpaste dispenser?"
"Yeah! I really want one," Jack says wistfully.
I'm caught a bit off guard so I chuckle and say, "Um, well, honey, are you too lazy to squeeze your own toothpaste?"
"But it saves time!"
"If we were to get an automatic toothpaste dispenser, what would you do with all your extra free time?"
"Brush my teeth!"
Logan is all about invading my personal space. The best way I can to describe it is to say that if he could climb back in my womb, he would. He's not clingy per se. He's just really into me, I guess.
He doesn't want to just sleep in the same bed as me. He wants to share my pillow and (try to) wrap both of his short little arms around my neck while I sleep. This means we generally sleep nose to nose.
He doesn't just want to sit next to me. He wants to climb up me and perch on my head and shoulders like a little monkey while watching TV.
Logan says, "Mama, move the 'puter. I want to get on!"
I look at him quizzically as I push my laptop to the side, "Huh? Get on what?"
"Get on you!," he says with a grin.