Chloe refused to cuddle with me last night.  I was devastated (ok, not quite devastated, but sorely disappointed).  She was annoyed because we told her she had to be in bed by 9:30.  But she didn’t want to go to bed.

At 9:20 pm, Chloe and I went upstairs and I proposed that she come into my bed for ten minutes to cuddle. Her response was one of unadulterated disdain, accentuated by the fact that she was still angry.  “Why would I want to cuddle with you?  I’m too old to cuddle.  Cuddling’s boring!”  And she stomped off to her room.

I was dumbstruck.  Granted, I’ve said many times that, unlike Sophie, Chloe was never the cuddly type.   But to refuse such a sincere request from her cherished mother?  I couldn’t believe it.  I pouted for the rest of the evening.

I then started to wonder whether this was simply a manifestation of the beginning of the end of Chloe’s “kidness.”  Or was it just a blip on the radar toward adolescence?  Was she just pissed?  Or has the end already arrived?  Will Chloe ever cuddle with me again?

Good thing Sophie still likes to cuddle.  I may have to cuddle her even more now, to compensate for my oldest daughter’s aversion to hugs.