Yesterday I was sleeping in (I've been working a lot of nights lately). Little man was ready for me to get up, but I was stalling. Finally, he came in and said, "Liz, I'm going to tickle your feet until you get out of bed."
And then he did. He climbed right up in my bed and started tickling my feet. When I tried to move them or hide them, he pulled the blanket off and tickled my little toes until I got myself out of bed.
I think it goes without saying that he makes me happier than I could possibly explain.
Yesterday little man wanted to open a package before we got home from the store. He asked me if he could, and I said, "If it were me I wouldn't because I wouldn't want one to get lost or broken, but if you want to open it you can." He said, "You know what my mom says? She says that when moms say something you should listen. So that's why I choose not to open it."