Okay- so it's bedtime. L. and I are chilling with Boy-o in his bed post stories, and I am absent-mindedly rubbing Boy-o's head in an effort to jump-start the winding down process. "No Mama - no rubbing please!" he tells me (and I know very well it is in an effort to keep the winding down process from being jump-started, smart little bugger that he is!). So I tell him, "Oh, okay, but I always find that a headrub helps me fall asleep." And then bless his beautiful little child's heart, doesn't he start giving me a gentle headrub?
It's such a sweet, caring gesture, and I'm overtaken by that mama-gushy feeling, so I look at him and say "You are so lovely!"
To which he replies very seriously: "No, not in these pajamas...".
Me: "Oh, you don't like your pajamas?"
Boy-o (a wee bit wistful): "No. Green's not really my colour."
To which I proceed to laugh so hard that I snort and nearly fall right out of the bed.
Wind-up process, jump-started.