Jonathan helps him go potty and brush his teeth.
I playfully chase him upstairs and then snuggle up in his bed to read a story, pray, kiss, hug and nose kiss. All of these steps must be followed or there will be no sleeping happening.
From the doorway I turn and answer his "I love you, goodnight" with my own "I love you, goodnight". Often this is repeated multiple times. If I don't answer him he'll just continue to call over and over and over and over and...
Once I know he's content and that I've wished him a satisfactory "I love you, good night", I'll turn to leave. As I do, I know that I'll hear his sweet, little boy voice saying, "Oh my" or "Oh no". I swear I hear a smirk in its lilt too.
And every.single.night he holds up a booger for me to dispose of.
If this isn't love...