"Yuya Sakaki," Yoko placed her hands on her hips upon finding her son sitting on her bedroom floor, nightstand open, candy wrapper in front of him, and chocolate smeared all over his face.

"Hi, Mommy!" the four-year-old waved.

"What are you doing up, young man? I tucked you in an hour ago."

The boy giggled as the woman walked over and knelt in front of him. She raised an eyebrow as she picked up the candy wrapper.

"Did you eat my treat?"

"Yeah!" he beamed.

"Your daddy bought that for me."

"It was good, Mommy! It had crispies in it. I like crispies."

"Yeah. I like crispies in my chocolate, too. That's why your daddy bought that for me to enjoy," she used her thumb to wipe some of the mess from his face.

"Mommy!" he protested with a giggle.

"There were only two squares of candy in that package. How in the world did you get this dirty?"

"I don't know!" he continued to laugh.

"Does your daddy have a stash of candy that I don't know about somewhere?" Yoko raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know!" Yuya shrugged.

"I can't believe you ate my candy bar," Yoko stuck out her bottom lip with a pout. "I was looking forward to it all day."

"Sharing is fun," Yuya beamed.

"Sharing, huh?" Yoko raised her eyebrows. "Is it sharing if I didn't know about it?"

"Yeah!"

"Is it?" she mused.

"Yeah. It was your candy, and you shared it with me."

"Really? Because I think you stole it," Yoko tapped Yuya on the nose, causing him to giggle again.

"Are you mad at me?" Yuya bowed his head.

"No," Yoko sighed, smiling as she tilted his chin upward. "I should have known better than to hide it somewhere you could easily get to it, huh?"

"I love you, Mommy," Yuya held out his arms for a hug.

Yoko's heart melted as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him onto her lap.

"I love you, too," she squeezed him. "Even though you stole my candy."

"I didn't steal it. We shared," he corrected her.

Yoko narrowed her eyes as she turned and gave him a string of kisses on his cheek; Yuya laughed again.

"It's not sharing if I didn't know about it," she rested her forehead against his.

Yuya grinned as his mother pulled away.

"All right, son," Yoko brushed some hair out of the boy's face. "Let's get you cleaned up and back into bed."

"But I wanna snuggle!" Yuya protested.

Yoko smiled as she stood up, her son still in her arms.

"Is that why you were in here? You were looking to snuggle with me, but you found my candy instead?"

"Yup!" he chirped.

"Aw," Yoko rubbed his back. "Okay. We can snuggle. But we're cleaning you up first."

"I like sharing with you, Mommy."

The mother raised an eyebrow.

"I like sharing with you, too. Even if your idea of sharing is a little skewed at the moment."

Yuya laughed as his mother took him into the bathroom.