“I want another kiss...”
I bend down, he grabs my face and smacks one on the lips. Then he turns my head and says, “and on your eye.” I turn my head (this is an almost every night ritual - no order in the body parts, just random kisses) and he says, “open!” in the most innocent voice.
“No, buddy, you can’t kiss my eyeball!”
I laugh; he laughs. We hug and now it’s time to sleep.
