Boys need their mamas.

I was finishing up some laundry (I know, right? How often does that happen?!) and heard Jonathan from the other room, calling for me. I came in and sat on the couch next to him, prompting him to sit on my lap. We watched his truck movie together for a little while, when I suddenly remembered something I needed to do. I heard him calling for me again a few minutes later, this time as he sprawled out on the couch with his head on the pillow. I thought he might be looking for sleepy time cuddles. As I came closer, his cries had turned from "mommy" to "tranket!" Yes, he indeed wanted cuddles, but not from me. What he needed was me to bring in his favorite blanket. At least he still needs me for something.