Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Kisses can mean I'm sorry: Colin.

I was changing the sheets on the boys bed last night and laid both mattresses on the floor so the boys could play on them. They had the BEST time... so much fun that before long they wheeled both of their lego trucks on the bed and Colin started throwing the legos off. I told him that was a no-no and if he did it again, he would have time out. He looked at me, raised his hands up real high, smiled and chucked those two legos across the room. I had been lying the floor up against the mattress and immediately said "ok, let's go to......" (and started to stand up) when he lunged over and pressed his lips on mine. I did not kiss back b/c he was "in trouble" so he drew his face away and looked at me funny like he was thinking "what the heck? Why didn't she make the kiss sound?" He quickly tried again and this time he just put his lips on mine and stayed there, neither of us "finishing the kiss"... finally I started cracking up and finished the kiss. I was hysterically laughing and then Colin started laughing and the little stinker weaseled his way out of timeout!

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