"Elijah can you give me a kiss?" I asked multiple times.
Instead of giving me a kiss, though, Elijah grabbed my hand and took it to the edge of the bed, but I couldn't figure out what he wanted.
"Elijah, can you give me a kiss?" I asked again.
The little man looked right at me and shook his head no, with a little boy smirk on his face.
It was so appropriate. He was telling me.
And then he grabbed my hand again and brought me to the edge of the bed again.
"Elijah, do you want mommy to leave?"
Our son doesn't have words, but sometimes, this kid's communication is crystal clear.
Elijah totally rejected me and somehow it made me feel great. Isn't that just what little boys are supposed to do?