well, I know I must be starving for my daughters affection when I let her kiss me with a snotty face.

I just didn't want to ruin the moment. She came to me so sweetly and outright lovey dovey I just couldn't bring myself to stop her short and wipe that shiny green ooze off that silly smiling face, as disgusting as it was, for fear I would get jipped on the big prize.

Looking back it grosses me out a little to think of it. Maybe I didn't really expect any would get on me, but even when it did I didn't turn her away. I actually waited for her to pull back, then, quick as I could, I wiped that slimy mess right off, with the only thing available...my hand... and before I could even get up to wash it off you know what she did? She kissed me again!... With lips!... And a smoochy sound! Oh heaven!... How I love her kisses!... Most of the time I'm practically torturing them out of her... and it almost doesn't feel worth it then.

It is perhaps the rarest thing in all the world to get a true, heart felt and deliberate kiss from my little punkin, it just about makes me cry every time... This is, in fact, maybe only the third or fourth time, since she first started doing it, that I remember getting a kiss from her when it was all her idea... At first she would kiss anyone we'd tell her to.... daddy and i would take turns telling her to give the other a kiss... but soon after, and a lot lately, I could be begging, with a pouty lip and tears and everything, and all I'll get is a big "NO!" or a drawn out "nooooo", or if I'm lucky a smack right on my nose!!! All the while a sick goofy grin is spread across her dazzlingly defiant little face

Well, I guess it can be said that all the neglect only makes the lavish attention, when it does come, all the more sweeter...