Sometimes it's Emotional Blackmail

Tucker dislikes sleep. With a passion that is rather impressive for someone his size. And, up until this point in time I battled with him screaming, kicking, crying, and pulling his hair out. After months of these tactics he has decided it is time to re-think his strategy... And let me just say his new attack works a whole lot better than the screaming. 

In a quiet, whimpering cute voice he asks tentatively, "Cuddle?" Heart. Melts. Yeah, kid, you win. I get him and lay down with him next to me. He waits until I am almost drifting off to sleep before he slowly starts to raise his head up, then he giggles, and jumps up, basically proclaiming, "Let the festivities begin! Nap has been defeated!" 

I groan, and scoop him up- this time with a new found resolve to put him in bed and let him stay there. As I turn to the door he sits up on his knees and again, quietly, with a little more of a quiver to his voice asks, "Mommy?" I turn around to face him... even though I know that's taking the bait. And he continues, "Mommy, cuddle?" Seriously, is my son a con-artist? He has learned all too early that he has a special hold on my heart, and he shamelessly exploits it every chance he gets. Awesome.