I kiss Rowan and she kisses me. I kiss Jory and he kisses me. I go to kiss Layla and she stands still as if I have to come to her, no meeting halfway. I saw this and I gave her a look. Wait, I’m suppose to come to you? I don’t think so sweetie, I’m the Mommy in this equation, you come to me.
So we get into this Mexican stand-off. She’ll pucker her lips, make kissing noises, and they’ll be laughter in her eyes, but she won’t move. So I wait and then she’ll leave forward, kiss me, then laugh and laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world, this Mexican stand-off. Oh my baby.
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