Picture me lying in bed, on my side, facing out. Seamus is cuddled into my back-yes, he still sleeps with us, along with Mahone, in a double bed (oh what fun the family bed is...but that is a post for a different day...)
Anyway.... Seamus all of a sudden, as if struck by something, sits up in bed, looks at me and stretching his hands out says, I think in a favorable way, intended to make me feel good way..."mom, you used to be 2 metres wide and I think now you are 1 metre." He is smiling, rubbing my back at this point and says "way to go!"
I didn't have the heart to tell him being 1 metre wide is not necessarily what I am aiming for....