There's a Mirror in my Bed

Every night before I go to sleep, I check on the little one and drag him half asleep out of bed to use the bathroom. It's my way of trying to avoid being woken up an hour later by someone needing to pee but too scared to venture through the hallway alone.

As I tuck him back under the covers last night, his eyes popped open, and he whispered, "Momma, there's a mirror in my bed... And a brush... And a comb."

I start to run my hands through the covers, and discover the mirror first. I asked him why he had all this stuff hoarded in his bed. The response? A quiet, half-asleep mumble of "I wanted to fix my do before bed, momma."

Good thing he's cute. Or I just might go insane.

Edited to add: I am going insane. Right as I finished typing this, I heard little foot steps going to the bathroom. And I crept up the stairs to find the little one in bed with a mirror-again. "But, momma, I wanted my hair to be just right!"