Barritt has a new love. And it isn't Annabelle, per se. It is the act of kissing. Kissing for boo boos, kissing for good night, and then your regular, middle of the day kisses. You never really know when he might lay one on you. And you never really know if the kiss will be open mouth either, like they do in France or the north Georgia mountains. Or if it will be accompanied by the runoff of one or two seeping nostrils. I guess we count our blessings, knowing that we will be longing for the days of being coated with mucus and saliva when Barritt gets to be 'too big' for any smooches at all.
3 comments:
I would take a lover over a fighter any day!
Mmmm...slobbery!
Annabelle looks as though she was taken by surprise. As cute as she is, it won't be the last time!
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