love hurts

For several years now Rhett(4) and I have had a little game. We give each other sweet little kisses*.

*a sweet little kiss started out as a raspberry progressed to a shower kiss and now resembles more of a spit kiss.

It goes like this… I will give you a sweet little kiss. pbbbbsssssttttt That isn’t a sweet little kiss!   I will show you a sweet little kiss.     pbbbbssssssttttt THAT isn’t a sweet little kiss!   I will show YOU a sweet little kiss.   pbbbbssssstttt It goes back and forth and gets louder and louder until Rhett is giggling so hard that he can’t give dramatic emphasis to his delivery of the line and my cheeks are dripping with his kissy-ness. It is a little slice of motherhood heaven. Last week we were giving each other sweet little kisses on the couch and Rhett’s very hard head came flying back to collide with the right side of my face.   It knocked the wind out of me and caused a black eye that lasted for several days. Ouch and ewwww and totally worth it.