What happens at our house…

It was one of those kisses that is so good I can forget everything else. Only vaguely aware of the meal simmering away on the stove top, or the toddler pulling at the back of my sweater screaming, I kissed him back ardently.

And then the voice of the Boy broke in. “You suck daddy, you suck at kissing. That’s not how you should kiss. Stop kissing mommy like that.”

And then we dissolved into laughter, until my breath was taken away for an entirely different reason.


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