Cole was supposed to be napping. He'd been in his room for an hour and a half and he was still wide awake and talking to himself. So when I finally got Amelia down for a nap, I went and crawled into bed with him and closed my eyes in hopes he'd get the idea.
I felt a delicate hand on my face, "I like your eyebrows, Mommy. They're beautiful."
"Thanks, Buddy. Go to sleep. Close your eyes."
"You can close your eyes but I can't close my eyes."
I closed my eyes again.
"Your arms are beautiful, Mommy."
"And your tummy is beautiful and your cheeks are beautiful and your nose is beautiful and your fingers are beautiful and (pointing to my cleavage) your heart is beautiful and your shirt is beautiful and ....." he paused to look closer at my cleavage, "YOU have a HOLE right THERE!"
"I'm going to roll over, Buddy. Go to sleep, please."
I rolled away from him.
A few minutes later I felt light hands on my back, "... and your back is beautiful, Mommy....and fuzzy....because of your shirt...."
It was hard not to giggle.
A few minutes later, I gave up and let him get out of bed.