Twilight..Disgusting

No, this post is not about any Stephenie Meyer books, or movies. Sorry to disappoint!

It's about TWILIGHT.....the time of day when we put our kids to bed.

The other night, (about half an hour past normal bedtime) Lincoln said to me,

"Mama, I don't want to brush my teeth. I just want to go up the stairs to bed."

Now, I am a fanatic of teeth brushing, but I am even more a fanatic of kid's bedtimes, so I said,

"Okay Sweet Boy. Let's go!"

"Will you carry me mama?"

"Sure, Sweet Boy. I will carry you."

"(Now in his bed) Will you sing me a song Mama?"

Understand that this melted my heart, because for the past four weeks, every night at bedtime, Lincoln has become adamant about not having any songs, but would rather have stories about Austin, the Giant. (Yes, I make up really great stories about Giants who play baseball.)

"Sure, Good Boy. What song do you want?"

"I Am A Child of God."

"Okay." (I sing, and then start giving him kisses before I leave."

"THAT'S DISGUSTING!"

"What's disgusting?"

"Your kisses!"

(I keep kissing him.) "My kisses are not disgusting." (more kisses)

"THAT'S DISGUSTING, Mama!!!"

David thought it was really funny...

until he tried to kiss me

AND

I told him

kisses .
were .
disgusting.

In other news...I hope Henry likes kisses because he has started eating Sweet potatoes and carrots, and I don't want to know what his ideas of kisses are disgusting looks like all over my clothes...

OOOOOO,

because we all know that

XXXXXX.
are.
disgusting.