I Post This At My Own Peril

This hilarious bit by Dad Gone Mad reminded me of a funny little exchange this past weekend.

I'm really going to get chewed out for telling you this.

It was Sunday night. The Super Bowl was on the TV. Dinner was done and it was not quite bedtime for TB. I was prone on the couch and LBB was on the loveseat, head on one side and legs flung up over the other. The boy climbed up on his Momma and gave her a hug and just lay there for a few minutes.

Then, from where I was sitting, it looked like he started spitting in her face. "What are you doing?" I shouted, "Don't slobber on Momma!"

"Yeah, what are you doing?" LBB asked.

"I'm not slobbering, Momma," he replied. "Your breath stinks. I'm blowing it back into your head!"