Seriously, we shouldn't be kissing.
Strictly, we shouldn't be holding hands either.
But, you were persistent.
And, I gave in.
Your smile, your outreached arms, your pleaing eyes.
Then, it went from bad to worse.
You decided that it's fun to do the tongue thing.
The eyes to eyes
The nose to nose
The mouth to mouth
The cheek to cheek
and finally...
The tongue to tongue thing.
I should have known better. I shouldn't blame you.
Now, you have a bad sore throat and a fever.
Just like mommy.
Get well soon Maoster.
We'll play the tongue game some other time, when daddy's not watching.

This was taken when Maoster had his hair short some ages ago. Yup, he loves doing the tongue thing.
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