From in the kitchen this morning, I heard a sweet whimper around 5:30 am. It was Jack, trying to get out of bed at that ungodly hour on a Saturday. I was puttering around anyway, due to a kitty who shall remain nameless, who has a particular knack for waking me countless times before sunrise.
I let Jack settle back down in his crib, but after a while, I just missed him with a deep heartache . . . so naturally, I went into his room and swooped into the crib - cradling him like a little baby and overwhelming him with goodmorning kisses. He laughed, smiled, and listened intently while I asked him the following . . .
"Jackson, can you give your mama kisses this morning?"
The response:
"NO!!" . . . "Ella."
In other words, put me down you smothering bi**ch, and bring me my girlfriend. :)
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