SILAS: Take my socks off! Now cover me up. My feet are turning into ice.
ME: They are?
SILAS: Sometimes their do...sometimes their don't. Now I want to 'nuggle to you and seep.
Tonight as he was falling asleep Silas threw an arm over me and said, "You're a good friend, Mom."
D'aww...
Tonight as I turned off Silas' bedroom light and laid next to him he said, "When I get scared I close my eyes, and think."
"What do you think about?"
He touched his hand to my chest and said, "I think about you."