I love that she kisses me - I will let her do it every time, even though she consistently kisses me on the mouth - with her big, open lips - and I get baby drool in my mouth. Because they are kisses.
I do not kiss my baby on the mouth, that's something I think is pretty gross. I kiss her on the cheek, the neck, the top of the head. Why she aims for my mouth, I don't know, although sometimes her kisses aim to get at whatever I'm eating. But other times they're just for joy, for love, and hit me right in the kisser.
Of course, I don't open my mouth when I kiss Maeve, so I don't know how she got the idea that this is a kiss. Maybe she pays more attention to my husband and I than I give her credit for.
But who can resist a baby kiss? Not when it's your baby you can't. So I pucker up tightly and hope to avoid the inevitable slime. After all, a kiss is still a kiss.
|A kiss? Nope, that's a bite.|