Yesterday morning, when I put Reid in her seat, I gave her a kiss and a hug. She told me not to kiss Ken but I did and so she wanted another kiss. But not when I opened the door behind Ken. So from the passenger side I leaned in and she said “diss cheek” and turned her head. Guess she like my kisses but only to a point.
We had supper at Melissa’s and as I was putting Reid in her seat, we were talking about going to see Daddy. “My Daddy,” Reid said. I agreed, then she said, “My Mommy.” I agreed and then Reid was repeating, “My Mommy, my Mommy, my Nuk (milk), my Mommy”. Hmmm, I know where her love comes from.