Eight Sweaty Kisses...

A while back,

my oldest son walked over to where I was grading papers after school,

 at the kitchen table. He leaned over
and gave me a big kiss on my cheek,

and then held out his hand:

and said,

"Mom I have eight kisses just for you.

You can have these-

I got them at school.

 I put them in my pocket and saved them for you all day.

Sorry they are a little sweaty and squished,

but

I know how much you like chocolate.

So here-."

(Gratutious picture of my Nature Boy on a field trip to a local small airport.

He actually was able to fly this plane too-)

{Back story: I was craving some chocolate one day.

It was one of those kind of days-

I was tearing through the pantry looking for

something,

anything (!)

chocolate.

I was complaining aloud how this house never had food that I liked.

Like CHOCOLATE WHEN I NEED IT.}

Boys, it seems, never need chocolate like I do.

We just don't keep chocolate around this house much-

But they do listen when I say I need it.

Thank you, my sweet, sweet Nature Boy.

(Academic Awards Night 2012)

(...who has a very attentive house full of boys without chocolate cravings like I have,

but are willing to give me some when needed!)