I was getting ready to kiss licky Devin goodnight this evening, and I asked him to put his tongue back in his mouth before I did so. And, you know what he did? He blew a raspberry at me, spraying MY face with HIS spittle.
So, you know what I did?
I took away his mommy kissing privileges. I offered no kisses, no hugs, no nothing! I walked to the door to leave, saying good night along the way.
Devin jumped up from bed and ran to the door, grabbed my hand, and begged for a kiss. But, I was stalwart. Is that a word? I refused to kiss him. Blowing raspberries when my face is inches from your face is a big deal, and he ought to know this. I hugged him, covered him in a spiderman blanket, looked at his little crumpled face one last time, and left. Then I marched right downstairs and asked John to go give him kisses as soon as possible.