Davy spent about ten minutes kissing my toes, very determinedly, and chuckling to himself after each kiss. He’d crawl around to follow my feet when I moved them. At first I was all like “What are you doing, pervert baby?” And then I realized: oh, of course. He’s kissing my toes because that’s what I do to him.
It’s so funny the behaviors you find unexpectedly mirrored in your kids. You never know what they’re going to pick up on.
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August 12th, 2011 at 4:18 am
Haha! When Silas was smaller, if I found something small on the floor I didn’t want him to have and I didn’t have a pocket, I’d tuck it into my bra. Then one day I saw him pick up a scrap from the floor and stuff it down the front of his shirt…
Having kids = being under constant surveillance.
August 12th, 2011 at 8:24 am
AH HAH HAH. Excellent.
August 12th, 2011 at 7:47 am
I loved it when, last spring, Robin ruffled my hair and said, “You’re so handsome.”
August 12th, 2011 at 8:25 am
I had forgotten that! What a great memory.
August 16th, 2011 at 10:25 am
that is wonderful!
August 15th, 2011 at 8:23 am
My cat, Simon, does something similar — he pets my head with his paw.