In the middle of the night my nearly-three-year-old nursling kicked and struggled off the blankets and then burbled, "Mommy milk."
"Coming up," I murmured and started to roll over.
At which he sat up and declared loudly, "Mommy? You're my lifesaver."
Or perhaps it was "light saber."
And then he latched on and fell right to sleep. As did I.
I'm glad to still be co-sleeping with this little guy. Two of my other three kids were already going to sleep in another bedroom by this age. There are definitely pros and cons to getting them out and sleeping on their own -- but having done it both ways, I like keeping them with me, especially when they talk in their sleep.