November 04, 2004

When a Not a Kiss

When Sweet One was a toddler, she had the dual task of learning the rudiments of ambulation, as well as speech.

She rose one morning and toddled into my bathroom looking for me, as I prepared to meet the day. With an endearing smile, she raised her arms for me to pick her up and said: "Mommy, want kiss."

My heart immediately melted, I scooped her up, and gave her a big hug and kiss. When I was done, she looked at me patiently and asked: "Chocolate, now?"

Oh, THOSE kinds of kisses.

Posted by Christina at November 4, 2004 10:37 PM

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