My Boy

This afternoon I picked up The Boy from daycare.  Normally, the Husband gets him but I had the pleasure today.  Its 107 degrees outside but we still take the leisurely stroll to the car while he dragged his blanket that was freshly washed through the dirt, weeds and dead grass that our in-home daycare calls a front yard. Once he was in his seat all secure I asked for a kiss.  He recently started puckering which is the cutest thing in the world.  His slobbery little pucker kinda tasted like dirt.  I think that's the way things are suppose to be.