"Mama UP!" he says
So his daddy lifts him up above where his 3-foot-tall frame can reach on his own. Onto the bed, where I am refusing to face the day.
He brings his trucks. "Red truck! Blue truck!" He lays his head on the pillow next to me, and as I wrap my arm around his enormous (for a toddler) frame, he says "vrooooom" and the arm is a race track. The cars race, form a train, and fall off the cliff of my shoulder.
This is the first time he's ever laid in bed with me for any length of time, without squirming his way down.
And I realize that THIS is why I get up in the morning. "Mama UP! Mama, holdyou!"