T. loves to give me kisses. And I, of course, LOVE to get them. He's got the most adorable lips, ones that are going to make some girl very happy some day.
Well, as long as I approve of her first, that is. heh.
I can get kisses from T. whenever I want. He's only six and not embarrassed by kissing his mom - YET. But, other than myself, he is very particular as to whom he shares kisses with. If he's not in a giving mood, he really needs to be coaxed. He's even snubbed his Grandmothers a time or two.
And if you are a female sibling of his; you might as well mooooove on.
I have a policy at home. After my children have had an argument, I like to see them hug one another and apologize. I try to emphasize that everyone has disagreements, but we are family and we still love and respect each other.
One such altercation took place not too long ago. After sending both fighters to their opposite corners for a time-out, I asked T. and R. to make peace. R. ran to her brother and threw her arms around him. T. gave her a quick pat on the back and looked completely repulsed.
Suddenly, R. jumped up on her tippy toes and tried to plant one on him. I thought, "OH NO! He's gonna freak!"
Without missing a beat, he turned his cheek, slipped past her and said, "Nope not happening!" He faced his sister, looked at her pointedly, and exclaimed, "Not in this lifetime, kid!"