Sleepy Time

As I (Jen) was sneaking out of Alyosha's bed after putting him to sleep, or so I thought, he caught me and said this:

Alyosha: Mama, where are you going, don't leave, I'm afraid. (Something about scary pumpkins chasing him...)

Mama: Oh, I'm not leaving---I'm just checking the clock to see what time it was. (The closest plausible excuse I could think of)

Alyosha says, matter-of-factly: You don't have to see what time it is, I know. It is sleepy time. Don't look at that silly clock, I don't know what it means anyway! It is sleepy time. You are silly Mama.

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Lunch conversation:

Papa: Alyosha, do you think that Mama is pretty?

Alyosha: Yeah.

Papa: What is the prettiest thing about her?

Alyosha, without hesitation: Her milks.

Yes, yes, yes, the obsession starts from birth and continues throughout their life.