Big Fat Denial. I like it here.

I had one of those mothering moments today. Snuggles missed the bus. It actually showed up a few minutes early and I'm pretty sure it was a sub driver since she never once looked at our house to see if I was frantically waving from the front door for her to wait. Had she looked she would have seen me jumping up and down and telling her to wait. Usually the driver looks at our house and waves good-bye. Not today. I'm going with a sub. Anyway, Hottie was home today so Snuggles and I jumped into the car and I raced to get him to school. When we got there I said, "Have a good day! I love you!" and puckered my lips for my usual goodbye kiss. I got something that was a mixture of a smirk and a kiss and a whisper all at the same time before he bolted for the door. WHAT? "Wait I second," I yelled. "What was that?"
"Um...mom."
"Give me a kiss you little stink."
Then he smirked again, looked around, and gave me a kiss.
WHAT IS HAPPENING?! I'm not ready for this. Not even close. Not my Snuggles.
I'm going to live in denial and pretend it was a fluke and that for once in his life he was worried about his breath. I can do that, right? Live in denial?
I'm just not ready to face the fact that my dear sweet first child may be embarrassed to kiss me.
I'm not ready for this.
This is what he looks like to the rest of the world. Look at that dirty happy face. His cheesy little grin. His missing tooth.

When I look at him, this is what I see. I think I will forever see him this way. I love you my Snuggles.