An almost perfect moment

There are times when The Boy is a perfect angel. We'll get along great for hours, bonding over Lego blocks or playing on the bed. He's full of laughter and smiles and loves everything I say and do.

At some point he'll pause, come up to me, and stick out his arms. I'll reach down and pick him up and he'll wrap his little arms around my neck to give me an affectionate hug. I'll hug him back, squeezing him gently and feeling his little body next to mine. Then he'll lean in, as if to give me a kiss on the cheek, and softly whisper into my ear, "cookah."

There are times I rue the day that cookies were ever created.