Robbie doesn't sleep like a normal kid. (Apparently I can not birth children who sleep well.) He goes to bed at 9, but he's almost always still awake when I get home from work just after 10. Usually as soon as he hears me come in, he yells out "Mommy! I need a snuggle!" Who am I to decline such a sweet request? So I go crawl into bed with him for a few minutes. I always ask him how his day was. He never seems to know the answer, so I ask if it was good and he always says it was good. We talk about what he did and who he say and what he learned. Usually it ends with him telling me that his tummy is rumbly and he needs a snack. Always the same- Cheese and Penguin Crackers. He has a piece of cheese and a handful of crackers and then goes to sleep.
Well, tonight, we had the usual routine, but even after his snack, he was still awake for a while. Finally I heard him say "Mommy, I need another snuggle!" so I went in again and laid down next to him. I wasn't planning to say much, just try to soothe him to sleep, but when I laid down, he said "How was my day!?" Even though he doesn't usually answer the question, it still seems to be important that I ask. It really melted my heart tonight. I love that kid.