I was putting G to bed tonight. Prayers had been said, books read, sound machine was on and lights were out. I was laying - facing him, as usual - with my eyes closed. I felt him move, but didn't open my eyes. Until.....
I. was. licked.
From my upper lip up onto my nose. A small, wet tongue slid up my face. The following is our conversation. {my eyes are now open, in case you're keeping track}
Me: G! Eww! That's gross! You don't lick me!
G: Why?
Me: Because we don't lick people's faces!!
G: But Miles licks my face.
Me: Yes. Miles is a dog. And dogs lick. People don't.
G: Woof-woof.
He seriously didn't miss a beat. And I laughed for a good 3 minutes straight.
I swear. This kid's a comedian.
Haha! I had to go back and read the first blog entry - and laughed again. And was reminded of when I was putting him to bed and he waited until I cracked my eyes to let out a Mooo and then started talking about cow-tipping. Crazy kid! ;)
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