Ever since Scout was a baby, I would put my hand on his cheek until he would fall asleep.  I still do this today if I happen to be next to him while he is falling asleep.  But nothing is better than when I happen to be falling asleep with him, and he returns the favor.  He puts his little hand on my cheek (and mine is on his), and we fall asleep together.  It has some sort of soothing effect, because we both are in La La Land in no time.

And then when he runs down to my bed after he gets up, he has his own way of waking me up.  He starts kissing me all over my face (or my back if I am turned) really fast until I open my eyes.  I usually wait a little longer than I should because I am in love with those kisses.

But if we are playing around, and I “pretend” to be asleep, he has a different way of waking me up.  He yells “Honk Honk”, and it is an unspoken rule that I have to immediately open my eyes.  I once tried to “stay asleep”, but I got in trouble because I wasn’t following the rules.  This little boy of mine is all time.  He is the sweetest and cutest and nicest 3 year old boy I know.  (But –I cringe to admit– I think Icka is influencing him to be naughtier.  Not because he is reacting to her.  Because when she is so stinky, I usually laugh at her — so he is going for the laughs.)