Most sensitive mother EVER!

Small Boy and R have a little morning routine when R leaves for work. Small Boy runs out into the hallway with him and gives R a kiss through the railings of the banister, then runs to the top of the stairs for a hug. Then R gives him the newspaper, which Small Boy then hands to me, and then another set of kisses and hugs and off R goes. Small Boy runs to the window and waves bye-bye as R walks down the street. Then Small Boy comes back into the apartment to play.

No muss, no fuss.

Until this morning when Small Boy wanted more kisses, more kisses, crying from the window as R receeded down the street "Meh meh mmmm! Meh meh mmmmm" (more kisees! more kisses!). He cried as I finally carried him back into the apartment, then threw himself on the floor by the front door crying "Meh meh mmmmm! Meh meh mmmmmm yeah."* Five minutes, ten, more.

Is it wrong that during this tale of woe I ran and got the camera?




*Yeah, words aren't his strong suit. Topic for another post.