“Time for bed, sleepyhead,” Mama said, pulling her son close and giving him a big kiss on the forehead.
He rolled his eyes. “Mama, I’m too old for kisses.”
“Oh, kiddo, you are never too old for kisses.”
“Never?”
“Never ever.”
“What happens when I’m a hundred zillion years old?”
“When you are a hundred zillion years old, we’ll be with God in heaven and he’ll be showering us both with love.”
“Kisses are good,” she said. “It’s how mothers show their children how much we love them.”
“Does every mother give mama kisses?”
“Well, I don’t know about sloths,” Mama said. “Sloth kisses would be verrry slllow. Like this,” she said, leaning in for a long smooch on his cheek.
“Mama!” he laughed.
“What about lions? Or tigers?” he asked.
“Lions and tigers stick out their big pink tongues and give their cubs slurpy licks.”
“Ewww. That’s gross!”
“No, that’s a special lion mama kiss. It’s how God made them. Want me to show you?”
The boy giggled and squirmed away when she tried.
“Time for bed, sleepyhead,” Mama said, pulling her son close and giving him a big kiss on the forehead.
He rolled his eyes. “Mama, I’m too old for kisses.”
“Oh, kiddo, you are never too old for kisses.”
“Never?”
“Never ever.”
“What happens when I’m a hundred zillion years old?”
“When you are a hundred zillion years old, we’ll be with God in heaven and he’ll be showering us both with love.”
“Kisses are good,” she said. “It’s how mothers show their children how much we love them.”
“Does every mother give mama kisses?”
“Well, I don’t know about sloths,” Mama said. “Sloth kisses would be verrry slllow. Like this,” she said, leaning in for a long smooch on his cheek.
“Mama!” he laughed.
“What about lions? Or tigers?” he asked.
“Lions and tigers stick out their big pink tongues and give their cubs slurpy licks.”
“Ewww. That’s gross!”
“No, that’s a special lion mama kiss. It’s how God made them. Want me to show you?”
The boy giggled and squirmed away when she tried.
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