Moments ago, I was sitting at the computer, when five-year-old Patrick tried to squeeze in on my lap. I was just finishing something and space was tight, so I responded absently, "There's no room, honey." To this, he let out a dejected sigh, lamenting in the most pitiful voice, "Oh, I wish I were the wipes box!"
It was only then I noticed for the first time that the box of wipes was in the coveted spot, with my elbow resting on it.
Needless to say, the boy is on my lap now--and I'm signing off!
Too cute! And glad you have signed off. I've had those moments as well when you realize - oops, better plug back into the kiddos!
Posted by: Cindy | July 26, 2007 at 07:26 PM
Too funny. No I've got to go tickle my daughter. The only person I know who grabs my hand and says: tickle, tickle.
Posted by: MelanieB | July 26, 2007 at 07:29 PM
That is so cutely poignant!
Posted by: Beck | July 26, 2007 at 08:16 PM
Good call.
Posted by: Theresa ♥ | July 26, 2007 at 08:36 PM
True love. He wants to be the box on your lap! Too, too sweet.
Posted by: Suzanne Temple | July 26, 2007 at 10:04 PM
That is sooooo sweet!
Posted by: Ruth | July 27, 2007 at 08:16 AM
Precious. What a way to warm Mom's heart!
Posted by: Claire | July 28, 2007 at 05:09 AM