Friday night, as I lay beside Thomas after bedtime stories and songs, taking in a few quiet moments before he fell asleep (or should have been falling asleep, rather) and thinking about how excited i was to just fall into my own bed after a long shift, I hear a little voice pipe up to say…..
“Hey mum? Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I doubt that very much, but what are you thinking?”
“Couple more songs n stuff?”
I caved, only because he’s never used “are you thinking what I’m thinking” before and it charmed me. Later, I was telling the story to Andrew who said that Thomas had been asking him that all day.
FYI, we never seem to be thinking what he’s thinking.