So, what happens when I get home? The Boy takes me by the hand, brings me upstairs, and puts me to bed. The two of us have been napping for almost two hours now. I really believe that he knew I needed the rest and helped me!
Granted, I told him the following a little bit into our naptime: "You know, The Boy, you help Daddy feel better when he's sick by snuggling, just like Daddy snuggles you when you feel yucky. Thank you."
Kids know. I'll never forget when my niece was 3, and I came home after breaking up with a girlfriend. She climbed into my lap and wouldn't leave me alone until I started feeling better.
They just know.
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