It’s late, I’m on the couch with Matt cuddled under one arm and a book in the other hand, and I ask Riley to get me a mommy-soda.
When Riley comes back and sets the beer down next to me, he starts to pry my fingers away from the book and take my hand.
” Riiiii. Honey, I’m tiiiireed. Can I please read my booook?”
“But Mom, I need to kiss your hand,” he says as he kisses my hand. ” That’s the proper way to serve beer to foxy ladies.”