Tanner (almost 7) has discovered practical jokes.
Of all my sons, he's always been the most resistant to physical affection. "Do you want a hug from Dad?" No. "Will you give Mom a kiss?" No. "Come here you little squirt…" and off he runs, giggling with glee. Anything to avoid getting a hug or a kiss.
The other evening, after prayers, Tanner was suddenly affectionate. As the boys ran four different directions during the post-prayer, pre-bed chaos, Tanner came right up to me and kissed me on the lips.
Wow. What a breakthrough. What a heartwarming moment that I'll cherish for years to come.
"Thank you, son."
*snicker* "I let the dog lick my lips!", he laughed as he ran up the stairs.
Nice.
1 comment:
Oh, that precious little boy! Hilarious!
Grandma Anita
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