Reverse psychology
Me: “Morris! My sweetie! I’m so happy to see you!”
Morris: “Mommy NOOOOOOOO!”
Me: “What?”
Morris: “Don’t hug me!”
Me: “Why on earth would I want to hug YOU? You’re too prickly!”
Morris: “Don’t kiss me!”
Me: “Kiss you??? Bleah! No way — you taste like moldy fruit! Moldy, stinky fruit! Yuck!”
An evil gleam glints in his eyes and he starts to chase me, lips puckered in full smooch position. After finding me surprisingly easy to catch he wraps his arms around me and plants a big wet one right on my cheek.
… Mission accomplished.
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