On the mornings I don’t swim, Trix pads into our room and stands by my side of the bed, whispering, “I’m awake.”
“Would you like to come into the bed?” I ask. We both know this is a formality.
“Yes!” she says, and stretches out her arms so I can roll over and pick her up, then roll back, dragging her across me until she’s snuggled in the middle of the bed.
What is the age when your children stop automatically lifting their arms to you? I want to know, so that last time it happens doesn’t slide by without my noticing it.