"I want to sleep with you," Super Wy insists from the end of the bed.
"Okay, come on," I say with a smile. He climbs in with Holy Terror right behind him.
My two little red heads and me. I continue writing on my laptop as they lay side-by-side next to me.
"I want to lay with you," Super Wy says from my side.
"You are laying with me, honey," I respond absently as I edit.
"No, with you. Closer," he whines.
"You are close," I reply, scooting him in tight next to me.
"Noooo. There, closer!" He nudges the laptop and lays his head on my lap.
I chuckle. "That better?"