Cross Your Heart

Last night Bryon offered to put Sam to bed. "I want Momma to do it," Sam said. Bryon acted disappointed and asked if Sam would let him put him to bed the next night. Sam agreed. "You promise?" Bryon asked. "Yes, I promise," Sam said.

To cement the promise, we improvised a less sadistic version of 'Cross your heart, hope to die, stick a needle in your eye' where we cross our heart, hold up two fingers, spit twice and pinky swear. Bryon, Sam and I repeated our 'promise' in unison several times. Bryon, thinking the issue closed, said "Good, it's a deal. I get to put you to bed tomorrow night."

Sam walked over to me, cocked his hand in front of his mouth and whispered, "Tomorrow night ... I'm picking you."