Melting My Exhausted Heart

Sam took a nap yesterday because he hadn't slept well the night before.  As you can imagine, he was no where near tired at bed time.  I finally convinced him to go to bed at 10:30, and agreed to lay with him.  And he talked and fidgeted and snuggled and made up games and asked questions until 12:15.  I was really close to losing my patience when he asked, "Mama?  What does 'often' mean?"  "A lot."  "No, what does 'often' mean?"  "It means a lot or frequently."  ...  ...  "Oh.  Mama?  I think we should be together more oftenly."