why i give in far too often

This boy slays me. 

I mean seriously. I've just come down from putting him to bed and realised that he's played me again.

I had no idea.

He was so sweet going to sleep and then asked for a biscuit. I did the standard "no food in bed, no food after bath.." etc. But then he cried, and not the annoying whine; the tired, defeated cry accompanied by "pw-ease mummy, i be cay-ful, i pwomise, pw-ease *sob* pwomise i be caful." and then he looked up with those huge blue eyes and oh my goodness my ovaries exploded. 

Biscuits were brought.

And now I'm a sucky mum. 

I need to learn how to say no to those eyes. Seriously. Because I'm pretty sure cake in bed is the next step.