He knows it, but just won't say it...

Last night Tristan was not feeling well. I was at work all night, so by the time I got home both Neil and Tristan needed a break. T snuggled into a tight little ball on my chest and we watched a little tv. Out of no where, he untucked his little arm, pointed at my shoulder, and without even looking up said, "Mama." He's holding out on me by not calling me mom all the time, but man it made last night warm my heart in a way that wouldn't have if he called me mom all the time. He must have thought I deserved it for knowing how to cuddle him when he feels icky. It was a long night of cuddles and he was ever so nice to share his cold with me. I wonder if he will come in and cuddle me tonight when I feel icky?