Studley's been going through this thing lately where he doesn't want to go to bed by himself. When I tuck him in, he asks me to stay. I generally make some lame excuse and leave, lest he get used to me lying next to him and never sleep again without me there.
Last night, things in Studleyland escalated and he was reduced to a heap of sobbing sadness. "I want you to stay with me," he wept. I wondered if he had been having nightmares, or if something in his room was scaring him (life size t-rex skeleton in corner, maybe?). So I asked him why he wanted me to stay. Novel approach, I know.
"Because I (snuffling, sobbing vowel sounds)"
"I'm sorry, what?"
(snuffle) "Because I like you."