Monsoon wasn't feeling too hot the other night, so I gave him a cool, wet compress to put on his forehead. He thought it was awesome and it helped him enough so that he could go to sleep.
The next day, I told him I was going to take a nap. "Go ahead and play, I'll just lay here on your bed and sleep for a bit." Of course I would loved to have taken a nap, but I didn't actually intend to.
I hadn't closed my eyes for an entire minute when I heard him sneak close to me to check if I was asleep yet. I kept my eyes shut. He got excited and quickly left the room, whispering, "I know what I can do for Mommy!" with a giggle. Then I heard the bathroom water running.
How sweet, I thought. He's going to give me a cool compress to help me sleep. I love that kid!
So I waited, keeping my eyes shut, barely able to suppress a grin when I heard him creep back into the room.
He lifted the sopping wet, ice cold wash cloth over me, and squeezed it as hard as he could.
Then he cackled. "That was a pretty good joke, huh Mommy?" More cackling.
I just don't know where he gets this demented sense of humor.
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