I thought all the kids were sleeping but I heard a voice calling out.
QT was standing at the top of the stairs telling me he was "told."
His room is pretty hot, but I picked him up and held him on my lap where he proceeded to tell me about his favorite part of Dispicable Me 2, how he and the Ladies played with their stuffed animals, and "I want you momma."
I know it's late and he should be sleeping, but that was the best five minutes of my day.
Also, I am pretty sure that me standing up and holding him wasn't going to make him any less "told" but he seemed to think that might be the case.
So I stood and rocked my baby boy.
I'd like to say he is sleeping, but he isn't.
He is wrapped in his blankets in my bed with two stuffed pandas watching inappropriate television for a two year old.