Baby blues

This little guy is killing me. Tonight, when everyone else went to mom for sleep time, he decided to curl up on me and go to sleep. This is the first time he's done this. I humored him for about 20 minutes, then tried to get him in the crate. He kept crying and running back to me. It was breaking my heart.

I feel like the cloth monkey in Harlow's study. I want to keep him but I know I shouldn't. *sigh*