Tuckered out

Will was already asleep tonight across the room, and I was tucking Gabe in. We were nearly finished, and I asked him if he had any roses or thorns (a little game we play) to share about our day. (In all honesty, I was stalling because I just wanted to enjoy the moment of peace after our earlier moments of unmanageable behavior while brushing teeth). Gabe responded with his eyes half closed: We can't talk about that right now. We can talk about that tomorrow. Good night, with a fluctuation in his voice while pronouncing an extra syllable in the word night that suggested I leave him alone because he just wanted to go to sleep. It made me laugh inside as my mind perceived the interaction as a hint for what might lie ahead in the adolescent years. One more sweet kiss and I left the room with two sleeping boys.