Mommy (as I am sitting on the top bunk, squeezing him as hard as I can): Silas, I don’t ever want you to grow up.
Silas: I can’t hold it in. I am going to make you a grandma though.
Our baby is officially not a baby anymore. Silas is sleeping in the top bunk. I have kept him in his crib his entire life up until about a week ago when he decided to climb into the top bunk by himself and go to sleep. I am a little sad.