Baby E is standing on the floor in front of me. I'm all dressed and ready to go to work. Hubby is home with the boys today, there being no school and all (for some reason). I'm sad to be leaving. But I consider whether to pick up baby E. He seems to have reminents of breakfast still on him and I don't want that all over me and my work clothes.
Baby E reaches up for me. "Up, pease? Up, pease, Momma?". He kisses his little hands and then puts them together, palms up, near his face like a little bouquet of cuteness. I pick him up. He has a serious look on his face. He slowly takes his little hands and rubs my cheeks with his palms, saying, "awwww".
My initial reaction is also, "awww, sweet baby". But about the time I get to the "swee..." part, I realize his hands are wet. And then "awww" quickly turns in to "ewwwww!!!!!!!!!!!" as I realize he was not kissing his hands, but spitting into them.
I put him down. Quickly. He runs around the room, laughing hysterically. Thrilled to have gotten spit all over me.
Giggles, giggles, giggles. Ew, ew, ewwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today's lesson: I don't know what the heck to do with boys.
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