This is why I'm Hot Dawg

So I lay my little boy down for the night and he asks he's favorite question at this time every night.  "Dad, can you cuddle with me?"  I have a terrible time saying no.  Unfortunately that means that I lay down and fall asleep for 30 minutes and later that night I can't get back to sleep until one in the morning.  I wouldn't trade that for anything.

We always have these conversations while we are cuddling.  Amazing opportunity.  He tells me about his day, his school, and his favorite Star Wars scenes and asks me to tell him stories about, "what you did before I was born."

So the other night he is exceptionally not tired and he wants to talk and tell a bunch of stories.  It's a kind of stream of consciousness thing and it's really fun to listen to.  The conversation went something like this:

"Dad I've got tons of friends because everyone loves me."
"That's a tough problem to have."
"No, it's really pretty nice.  Marley thinks I'm Hot."
"She thinks you're hot?"
"Yep."
"Marley think's you're hot.  What does that mean?"
"She thinks I'm hot."
"But what does that mean."
"You know... it means you're cool."
"Cool?"
"Cool is like hot."
"How can hot be cool?"
"You know Dad, (said with a VERY condescending tone) Like, I'm awesome."
"You are awesome."
"Yes I am."


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The boys put a pencil behind their ears and say, "I'm a genius!"  Then Briggie puts a pencil behind both ears and says, "Hey, I'm a double genius." Yes you are boy, yes you are.