"Give me a kiss you little stink."
Then he smirked again, looked around, and gave me a kiss.
WHAT IS HAPPENING?! I'm not ready for this. Not even close. Not my Snuggles.
I'm going to live in denial and pretend it was a fluke and that for once in his life he was worried about his breath. I can do that, right? Live in denial?
I'm just not ready to face the fact that my dear sweet first child may be embarrassed to kiss me.
I'm not ready for this.
This is what he looks like to the rest of the world. Look at that dirty happy face. His cheesy little grin. His missing tooth.
When I look at him, this is what I see. I think I will forever see him this way. I love you my Snuggles.