Gavin doesn't come into my bedroom in the middle of the night or early morning often these days. The occasional bad dream brings him in to join me. Without Shannon here I don't always mind a few middle of the night snuggles. But one wee morning hour Gavin pile drives through the bedroom door like the house is on fire. My heart immediately goes into overdrive. He climbs into bed and I whisper, "Next time you have to come into my room can you please not come in like the house is on fire? You are going to give me a heart attack."
A few nights later, he stealthily sneaks in, remembering my words. Still frightening me by appearing with a silent heavy breath in my face to say good morning, "Mom, are you proud of me? I didn't come in your room like the house was on fire!"
This is kid is a good listener when he wants to be.
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