My wife has had bronchitis lately, and she sleeps on the couch when she’s sick, so she can be better propped up. (She’s doing fine, by the way!)

After getting ready for bed, my 8 year-old son comes up to me, and we have this exchange:

Max: “Hey Dad, since Mom is sleeping on the couch tonight, can I sleep in your bed with you?”

Me: (jumping to conclusions) “How come, buddy? Something bothering you?”

Max: (very matter of factly) “No. I just like being with you!”

It was at that point that I may have gotten something in my eye and said “You bet” while hugging him really, really hard…