Sam Is A Weird Kisser

The snow has me feeling sluggish, and I am unable to come up with a better title.

Starting when Sam was very little, I kissed him on the forehead when we were snuggling or giving each other a hug. He therefore assumed that his forehead was for kissing. Anyone asking Sam for a kiss has to be ready, because the top of his 98th-percentile-head is coming for your mouth.

I finally decided that I was going to just make him use his lips. I've been grabbing the sides of his head, squishing his cheeks, and struggling with him until I kiss somewhere in the area of his mouth. (Typed out, that sounds just horrible. Honestly, he hasn't seemed bothered by it.)

Today we had a kissing breakthrough (!) followed by yet another bizarre behavior. We were getting a little crazy, with Sam starting about 10 feet from me and then running and tackling me to the floor. After each tackle, we'd laugh like maniacs and he'd offer me his forehead. I just kept saying "No, no, no," into his hair and then he turned his face up to me and gave me a real kiss! My heart melted - but just for a moment - because he immediately offered his hand for me to kiss. As if I were kissing his ring. And that's how the game went - run, tackle, laugh, kiss on the mouth, and kiss His Excellency's knuckles. Repeat.

I have said it before - the kid is deranged.