Bedtime

L: Tummy hurts, Mama.
J: Did you drink too much? [L had a whole sippy of diluted juice, and another of milk.]
L: Yeah. Dark.
J: Ok, you want me to turn out the light. Do you want to rock on my shoulder?
L: Yeah.
J: Tell me if you feel worse, honey. [i.e. Please don't throw up on me.]
L: (from my shoulder) No, feel better.

He's so sweet!