Last night Petru was particularly difficult. Bed time has been going smoothly since we ditched the nap (he does nap at school a bit, but v little). But last night, he kept coming downstairs or calling us to cover him, or to tell us that he can't fall asleep, he is bored, etc. Chris left around 9:30pm to watch the bball game at a friend's house. At 9:45 Petru called again. I was frustrated and went in there, covered him, and then said: "Petru, this is the last time I am coming up, I need to finish my work". As I left the room, Petru said: "Must be hard for you to have a little guy. Must be hard to have a little boy". I went back and asked him: "Why do you say that?". P: "Well, because you have to take care of me, and you have to come up when I call you, and cover me, and make me food". I almost started crying. He sounded like a 20 y old, not a 4.5 y old. I got in bed with him and snuggled with him and told him that I love to have to do all these things, and that he is my best boy. To which he said: "I love you to, mama. You make me happy every day". Does it ever get better than this? Did not think so.