Yesterday, out of the blue Benjamin comes up to me while I was sewing cushions for our church's youth group room and said "Mommy, can I start tucking myself in at bedtime? I feel a little baby-ish."
With a sad puppy-dog face on I said "But you are my baby boy." As I pulled him onto my lap and half-kiddingly started to cradle his long body.
"Ripley is your baby boy." He states.
"But you are my first born baby boy."
"I'm not a baby anymore." Benjamin tells me.
"You're not my little chick?" I ask. (We've been talking a lot about chickens recently)
"No. Mommy, I'm turning into a rooster."
I thought that was the cutest thing I'd ever heard.
I still tucked him in last night though.