There's nothing like a little sticky love slobber

OK, my family is affectionate, but tonight they got a bit carried away I think.

I am sitting in a chair in the living room, minding my own business and peacefully eating pancakes for dinner. The great and noble hubby raises from the couch and gives me a quick peck on the cheek as he passes to take his plate and mine into the kitchen. This is quietly observed by a big brown eyed little charmer of 9 yrs in age. My knight in slightly dented armor returns, bearing the wondrous gift of an icy cold glass of milk as requested and places on the stand next to my chair. He then bends down and once again bestows his love through a kiss on my cheek. The little charmer suddenly leaps up from his perch at my feet and insists on kissing my cheek too. Suddenly it is a mad scramble between father and son.

The battle is a fierce one lasting a good 10 minutes with both parties trying desperately to be the last person to leave their mark upon my now sticky, syrup covered, slobbered on face. Not one inch from brow to chin has been spared from the onslaught of male possessiveness. As I stand in the bathroom ready to wash the traces of their battle off my face, I stop and think.......perhaps I should just leave it there for a while, sticky or not. I then realized all those sticky love slobber kisses have already been ingrained into my heart, I do not need the physical reminder.

I think tomorrow night we will have something that doesn't involve syrup for dinner though lol.

This post was originally on another site in 2007