89 Kisses

Flik has never been a snuggler, nor much of a kisser. He's been wiping my kisses off of his cheeks since about the time he discovered his hands. Lately, though, he's becoming more and more creative in devising ways to make bedtime last a little longer each night. Tonight for hugs and kisses, he requested 89 kisses. Oh it is so hard not to oblige his little stall tactics when it's the only cuddling I get out of him. But my 89 kisses aren't so bad compared to Daddy getting his first two hours of sleep for the night in Flik's room. Makes me think that maybe we shouldn't have gone with the queen size bed for a four-year-old.  Makes it too easy for Daddy to cave.