Stampede

This mom delights in a good kiss.

My boys know so... very well.

Sometimes I smell them as I do it. Sometimes I exaggerate a tad and make silly noises as I do it. Sometimes I squeeze the pickles out of them as I do it. Sometimes I start doing it and I can't stop doing it.  Sometimes I leave a mark when I do it.

This is called a stamp... and it's when I'm wearing my lipstick or gloss. I ask them if they want one when I know the answer. I will sneak one in if I notice I could get away with it. I send them a picture of one when I don't have them around. And when they are sleeping I leave a whopper of one, if I can.

Can you believe they try to wipe it off?

This flares a fire in my soul and this is what happens to them:

I may have bribed them a little bit for this as I coached them about the stamp. The stamp is a reflection of your Mother's immense love that I have for each of you. It is not private and I want everyone to know that I care about you so much I certainly will burst and leave my powerful mark. And now... you will forever have pictorial proof.

PS- Don't resist the kiss.