Sweet dreams

Ape #2, my 8 year-old son, has recently decided that my bed is his bed. I don't mind, since I figure my days of cuddling will be rapidly coming to a halt anyday. The only catch, the child is like an octopus on fire. Absolutely like an eight-legged furnace. We aren't talking normal body heat exchange. The kids puts off some serious heat, along with legs going in all directions. So much so that I am often waking him up several times through the night to urge him to move over. Oh yeah, not only does he emit vast heat, the only side of the bed he will sleep on is whichever side I am on. Every time.

The other morning, he awoke, barely, to stagger into the bathroom, stating, "I gotta go pee." He did is job, then returned to my bed. I don't think he opened his eyes once in his travels. He climbed in next to me, threw his arm around me, and very groggily murmured, "Mommy, I love you."

I laid there and soaked in every bit of heat I could. My days of this are numbered.