Checked in on Kid last night about 20 minutes after I heard the last disgruntled kvetching from his room. I discovered him fast asleep, but with his eyes open about a quarter of an inch. That always creeps me out--right?--so I leaned over him to gently, tenderly, maternally, slide the lids down over those huge blue eyes.
Guess I bobbled a little because I actually woke my sleeping child up by poking him in the eye.
He sat bolt upright in bed, pointed his little finger at me and yelled: "WHAT kind of mother does such a thing?"
Been thinking about that one for a few hours now. . . .