Tonight, as we were putting the kids down, and I layed along side of Benjamin, he says, in a very exasperated tone- I NEED A STINKIN' A-WUM (arm). He has developed, in the last few months, a need to nestle on my arm before catching some zzz's. If he won't stop talking or if the ritual begins to take too long, I grow frustrated and will often turn my back to him, which he hates. Tonight was one of those nights-he was calling his sister a butt and then Liam chimed in that he theorized that the stink from skunks came out of their penises (I guess that would mean that there were no female skunks....) and then Lily got up and began beating each of her two brothers with a stuffed dog. Eventually he got my stinkin' arm back and the sounds of his miniature snores soon followed.