Yesterday putting Seth to bed he was calling for me to come back. He wanted me to lay down by him. I told him he was a big boy and he could do it and I would just sit on his bed for a minute. Then he said, "I am not that big of a boy. I am only 4." In the sweetest voice with a bit of sadness. So yes I snuggled with him.
Then this morning he woke up after we had all eaten breakfast and came running out saying, "Is it Christmas?" It was chilly and cloudy and rainy (and actually did snow a little up the mountains) so I guess he thought it was Christmas.
And then tonight I was in the middle of saying our bedtime family prayer. He kept saying, "Mom." And I kept going. Then he said, "Mom - I have to go potty." I ended the prayer in a laugh.