You sat on the couch, some cheesy movie playing on the TV. But neither of you were paying attention to the TV. No, your eyes were on Jonathan.

It had been a rough day. Work was exhausting, a thunderstorm was rolling in, and he was out of his favorite noodles. After having a bawling fit in the kitchen when he couldn't find the dinner he wanted (truly the straw that broke the camel's back), you'd put your foot down. Clearly, he needed to regress today.

Now he was pliant and content beside you. A coloring book and crayons were abandoned on the floor next to a mostly drank bottle of warm milk. Jonathan was clutching his teddy bear and yawning every so often.

"Alright, bunny. Bedtime," you said softly.