Pants was sitting in my lap tonight, playing with a cool new Melissa & Doug wooden sandwich set, when he turned around, kneeled on my lap, wrapped his arms around me, and started smothering me with kisses all over my face. Coming up for air, I asked, laughing, "Goodness, what's with all of the kisses?" He furrowed his brow and replied, "You listen to me, Mom. You go on the Naughty Stool! And then dahlam blada sama grrrreden do!" That last part is the toddler-speak he reverts to when he just wants to be talking.
I'm guessing that last part is also what my explanations of why he (very rarely) has to go to the Naughty Stool must sound like to him, as the first part was me almost verbatim. Good to know.
Why I had to go to the Naughty Stool was never fully explained. At one point he said it had something to do with my being mean to motorcycles. Huh? He clearly thought it was funny, though. I'm thinking he didn't like having his kissing generosity questioned. Another good point to note.
The other day, Pants and I were sitting on the couch watching the end of That Thing You Do together after lunch. He's a sucker for anything musical, so this movie and its repetitious music was a big hit. At the end of the movie, the Tom Hanks look-alike Tom Everett Scott and Liv Tyler kiss. Pants then scoots over, grabs my face in his hands, tilts my head to the side, tilts his head, and then goes in for a big open-mouth kiss! Fortunately, he also does this in movie-slow-motion, so I had plenty of time to duck out of the way before we're both scarred for life, poor thing.
First rejection. And by his own mother. Solid material for future therapy. Honestly, the whole scene was straight out of an '80's John Hughes first-kiss movie. We just needed swelling music, followed by the sound of the needle abruptly scratching off of the record player.
My mom was sitting with us and about fell out of her chair laughing. Although Pants was just kidding around, with a big fat knowing smile in his eyes even as he went in for the kill, I could tell that he was on the verge of being embarrassed, so I quickly tackled him with tickles and raspberries to shake off the dodged smooch.
After, we did have a "that's not really the way you kiss your mom" talk, but I'm pretty sure it didn't sink in, just like it didn't last time. That's right, this is not the first time I've seen this kissing attempt come my way from my precious toddler. Before, I thought he was imitating the way Cheeks does his baby looking-for-another-nipple suction-cup kisses on my chin. It occurred to me that he might have seen it on a movie, but for the life of me I couldn't think which one. Honestly, had he not done it again right after the scene this time, I would have totally not noticed what we were watching. Who knows how much macking I've let this kid watch without even noticing!
Kissing is serious business. Right from the start, such a fascinating thing.
Finally, the other night I let Pants sleep in bed with me while Maguire was out late at a poker party. Just as we were falling asleep, Pants leans over and says, "You have pretty eyes, Mom." Then he gave me a sweet little kiss on my eye and my nose. Then he fell asleep.
It was pitch black in the room. He couldn't see my eyes. I'd like to think that he was just thinking about how much he loves me as he fell asleep, but that's probably just a little magical mom-thinking. As part of our natural bedtime routine, Maguire and I both tell the boys things we love about them. "You have beautiful eyes" is often heard. Nevertheless.
Sweet kisses. I want to remember them all.