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As our six-year-old grandson, Luke, was leaving us after his mom had brought the kids for a visit, he looked straight at me and said, "IN MY WHOLE LIFE, YOU HAVE NEVER KISSED ME ON THE MOUTH!" Then he shmusshed in a little closer to me. I said, "What did you say, Luke?" I honestly had heard it the first time, but I wanted to run with it. "GRANDMA! I SAID, IN MY WHOLE LIFE, YOU HAVE NEVER KISSED ME ON THE MOUTH!" I scrunched down so that I was eye-level with him. He was doing his adorable Luke smirk. "Well," I said, "I used to kiss your face a lot when you were a baby." "On the mouth?" he asked. I replied, "I don't think so." "Well, then, Grandma. IN MY WHOLE LIFE, YOU HAVE NEVER KISSED ME ON THE MOUTH!" Point taken.

I leaned towards him as if to make the attempt. "YUCK!" he said. Of course, I hadn't even touched him. "You know how I kiss you, Luke," I said. Then came the Luke grin sans one bottom tooth. "You blow them to me!" "Yup." And I blew four or five kisses his way. He gleefully blew one back and jogged to the car.

Such a sweet and priceless little boy moment. Thoughts, anyone?