It's dead good when you're exhausted. Or ill.

When you are very tired or have a fever (you've only had one so far, to be fair,) you become an extraordinarily affectionate boy. The novelty of you as a new child hasn't worn off for us yet so we still melt when you get like this. It probably won't last much longer. The novelty, I mean. Soon we'll just say, "BED!"