Kisses

The kid is very stingy with his kisses. He just doesn't dole them out to anyone and I you dare ask or try to force one on him he reacts like you are trying to get him to eat broccoli. I suspect it is because his father kissed him non-stop for the first 12 weeks of his life, maybe even longer. Face it, babies are super kissable. But now we have the anti-kisser in the house. Now and again he will dispense a rare little kiss with his open mouth, but frankly it's easier to get cheap fuel.

So the other morning, like every morning, hubby takes his hand and walks to the bed. Hubby kisses me. The Ninja baby looked at this and then he walked right up to me and planted a big wet one on me. The sheets had to be changed because I melted right there and evaporated loosely into the morning air. He has since given me a few kisses on his own and it's like winning the lottery every time.

Perhaps he secretly knew all the this time how precious kisses were and I has just been waiting to plant them on us and dazzle us with their specialness.