Beth had something to do one evening last week, so we got to hang out with Jason. Yeah, it's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it!
Usually when Jason spends the evening here, he also spends the night — cute little precious boy in a twin bed. When did he get so big? Of course, he is two now. Just ask him, and he'll tell you.
When he spends the night, his mommy comes and picks him up in the morning before she goes to work. She watches another little guy at his house, and Jason gets to go to work every day, too. Beth has the garage door code, so she just comes in the house, grabs Jason and his stuff, and leaves again. I don't even have to get up — because it's early.
So, the other morning, early, I heard a door open, figured it was Beth coming to pick up Jason, and dozed back off since it wasn't time for me to get up yet. A few minutes later — I don't know how much later because I wasn't fully awake — I sensed someone beside my bed and opened my eyes. There stood a little guy with his blanket and his sippy cup, arms outstretched. So I pulled him into bed next to me, and we snuggled until his mommy actually did come and pick him up.
It was nice. Very nice.