So I am putting Short to bed (Tall is still in the shower) and I lean down to give him a hug and a kiss goodnight. He throws his chubby little five-year-old arms around my neck and says
“I’ll always keep your kisses, Mommy. They’ll always fit in my heart.”
I swoon.
Then I remember back to what Tall used to say to me in the same situation at the same age:
“Mom? Could you not lean in so close? You have bad breath.”
MOV