Every night after I read to my boys surrounded soft lamplight, amongst blankies, pillows and many stuffed animals I encourage them to give each other a hug and a kiss and also tell each other that they love each other.
It's forced affection, I realize. But it's just so darn cute.
Every night Finley walks up to Adrian and puts his arms around his waist and looks up at him with his lips puckered for a good juicy smooch.
Adrian, of-course, is appalled.
A kiss on the lips! From his brother!??
He runs away and jumps on his bed, exclaiming "NO KISSES!"
Me, "Why? You give me kisses all the time."
"Yeah, but your kisses are nice....his kisses are (whisper voice)...slobbery."