We read a story, sometimes two. We take turns with the pages. He is doing really great with his reading. After we read, we say a prayer and then he gets kisses and a raspberry on each cheek. I don't know why. It's just something I've always done with him. He laughs. Sometimes he returns the favor. Last Thursday everything was going just like always. Then after the prayer and the kisses my son, my blue-eyed heart breaker, smiled up and said, "I had my hand on your boob when you did that!"*
Yep. My son. Lock up your daughters!
I am participating in EmmyMom's and Kmama's "Proud Mommy Moments."
* He has always had an obsession with my chest. It must be a boy thing. I have no idea.*