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Our son, of course, sometimes wakes us up during the middle of the night. Sometimes he wants to sleep with us, sometimes he's had a pee accident, sometimes he yells at us that it's time to get up and he's hungry goddammit. The last one usually happens about 5am.  

Last night he woke me up about 4am. "Dad, dad," he said.

"Hmm," I said, half-awake, waiting for him to demand I take him downstairs for breakfast.


I opened my eyes.

He puckered his lips. He wanted a kiss.

I kissed him.

Looking satisfied, he settled down to sleep.

"Okay, good night," I said.

"Good night," he said.

And that was it.

No tears. No crying. No demands for food.

Just a kiss.

He's a sweet kid. When he wants to be.