Heartbreaker

After two years and nine months of cuddles, snuggles, and endless rock-a-byes, Luke awoke from his nap today and instead of crawling into my waiting arms, walked away from me into another room. 

Confused by his behavior, I left him alone for a few minutes. I found him later sitting in the baby's room, rocking in the chair. 

"Luke, sweetheart, do you want to rock-a-bye with mommy?" 

"No," he responded, "I rock-a-bye by myself." 

Crushed, I walked downstairs to the sleeping newborn, scooped him up and cuddled him close. At least I have two years and nine months before he can protest.