I've been told off

I have just been told off by my two-year-old. Arch was at the computer looking his usual adorable self when I took the opportunity to sneak in a quick kiss and a cuddle. (I do this many times in a day.)
"I'm not a baby," said Arch, who has only just mastered the art of speaking in sentences and evidently decided to put it to good use by rebuking his mother.
"Do you think I treat you like a baby?" I said. "Yes," he replied firmly and got back to Roary the Racing Car.
Ooch! How the truth hurts! Not least when it comes out of the mouth of a babe and suckling big boy now.
I have to admit he's got a point. I want him to always be my baby. I've barely forgiven him for eating solids and learning to walk, never mind speaking. I think he's taking this growing up business far too far.
But now I've got over the sting of being rebuked I feel strangely consoled by this conversation. It's good to know that even at the age of two he has spotted a flaw in my parenting and is onto the case.
Where I fall short, as I inevitably will, he will make up through his self and mother awareness. I can relax about my failings. Phew!
After that insight I think I deserve a cuddle, you couldn't oblige could you Arch? Arch??