Dixie got an owie and Hudson pipes in.
H: "Dixie let me kiss it."
D: "No."
H: "Fine, but my kisses make it heal."
Not even 10 minutes later, we are getting in the car. He picked up a piece of paper and proceeded to study it aloud.
H: "Hmm...ok this one says 'When Dixie grows up, she's going to be married to Hudson James." (He sees me) "I'm just kidding. I can't read."
D: giggles hysterically.
Speaking of Hudson and the power of kisses, he pretty much comes in every night after we've tucked him in, and between sobs he whimpers, "Mom. I wiped that kiss off! Can I please have another?" I can't leave the house without giving him like 17 smooches. It must be delivered just right. Heaven forbid I don't get both lips equally. "No. That was only the bottom lip!"
I've started telling him that when I kiss him with lipgloss on, it makes it permanent. That doesn't stop him from confirming, "Was that a permanent kiss?"
Photo cred: Dixie age 2.
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