Just in time for St. Patrick's Day I got the little guy a "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" T-shirt. He'd been asking for one ever since he found out we were part Irish...Scotch-Irish to be exact. At first I thought he was all excited about being Irish, and then this little thought began tickling at the back of my mind.
Hmmmmm...maybe there's somebody he wants to have kiss him....
I gasped internally and kept my thoughts to myself. "Hey, back off ladies, it's his mama's job to give him kisses!"
OK, breathe, breathe. I know, it's just a matter of time.
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