Mummy, are you still cross?
No Darling, I’m not.
He looked at me for a long time and then said “I want to stay here with you this weekend”.
I said, “What, even though I’m so grumpy and tired and shouty?!”
“but I’ll make you NOT grumpy and shouty, even when you’re tired Mummy”
“Oh, now that would be lovely Sweetheart. But how will you do that?”
He said “I’ll be a good boy and a funny boy until you laugh and be happy. Allll weekend.”
I held him for what seemed like ages in a fleeting second.
“Stay” he whispered, then took my hand in both of his, rolled over, gripping it tightly
and went to sleep on it, holding my palm to his face.