Jack was not emotionally ready for bed tonight, though he was obviously exhausted (damn you cortisol!).

After we turned off the lights and I told him it was time for bed, he protested.  He said, "I don't want to be your friend anymore."  Needless to say, I was stung (not really, but I told him he'd hurt my feelings).  His face dropped and he became visibly sad, mirroring my (faux) sadness.  He slid toward me and, realizing my pain and trying to alleviate it, he said, "But I'm still here."  He slid a little closer.  "And I'm still gonna give you kisses."  He curled up against me, snuggled the top of his head into my chin.  "And I still wuv you."

Daddy is happy.  :)