A Kiss Is Just a Kiss

It's a bit warm here today, and my long-legged kiddo has chosen to run around the house in his underpants and nothing else. I may be biased, but I think there's nothing cuter than a skinny little boy in baggy briefs. As I finish up a very technical dissertation, the kiddo is running in and out of the room to update me on his really! fascinating! activities! and to hug my arm and score free mommy kisses. On his latest pass-through, I grabbed him and planted one on his temple; he ran away and promptly washed it off in the bathroom.

Dabbing his face with a towel, he earnestly told me, "I didn't want that kiss to plop right into my eye!"

Guess I'll have to work on my aim. ;^)