For Oliver, his bedtime routine. Once he thinks I'm getting ready to go to bed, he'll sit by the stairs. Once I get there, he runs as fast as he can up the stairs and then looks behind him to make sure I'm still coming. Then he runs to the bedroom, again stopping and looking. Then when I go to the bathroom he runs back out of the bedroom to join me while I pee and brush my teeth–I leave the door cracked for him and he pushes in with his head. While I'm getting ready he skitters in and out of the bathroom being annoyed with me. Then finally when I go towards the bedroom he runs and does a flying leap into the bed. (Which means that sometimes when my partner is already in bed he lands right on his dick 😅). He runs over to my side of the bed and lays down and then I slither my way in. I'm a side sleeper, so I turn over and get myself tucked all in and comfy. And then he goes up to sit on my butt like it's his little kitty cat sofa.
He doesn't sleep with us all night but he almost always comes to bed with me and I just love that he has his little routine and that I'm part of it. 🥹
The other day I had lightning strike super close to my house (about 2 seconds to hear the huge thunder crack). It occurred to me that I didn't actually know how lightning worked so I looked it up, reminded me that nature is fucking wild. And then, you're right, we saw that and were like "let's get it in our house fellas"
Yet another man who doesn't know how to wash his own ass smdh