Last night, I was reading in bed around midnight when Jack came downstairs. He was still wearing part of his ninja costume (because that's how he rolls).
"Mom, can I sweep wif you?" Of course, I can't resist a three year old ninja, so I let him climb on up.
As I stroked his sweet, soft cheek, I said, "Jack, you're my favorite ninja."
"I'll be a ninja so I can take care of you, Mom."
"And I'll be a mom so I can take care of you, Jack."
And he smiled a sleepy smile and replied, "Deal."
And so, I snoozed with a ninja.