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.
Devastation.
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.
2 comments:
You're a very good mother. You and John both are exceptional parents. Had I not been born in 1963, and fate would have delivered me to this modern time as a child, I could only hope to have parents as great as the two of you. Kids never understand it when parents say "this hurts me more than you" but it's true!
Jack
Thanks Jack! Such a nice thing to say.
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