Tough Love

So I had an "Ian" moment putting him to bed tonight. He wanted to sleep on his fuzzy decorative fake fur pillow. Since it's not really washable, I told him we would put it next to him instead of sleeping on it. Of course, he had to ask why he couldn't sleep on it. When I explained that we drool in our sleep and I didn't want a bunch of drool on it, he told me HE doesn't drool when he sleeps. I said maybe he's right (I don't really remember finding a bunch of drool spots on his big pillow), but his daddy and I both drool really bad and it might be in the genes. He thought on this for a bit and then gave me his parting words for the night..."I love you anyway, even though you drool." Isn't that what real love is about?