On Sunday I went to my aunt Jeanine's house for her baby's (Mitchell's) blessing. Before I left to go home, I went to say good-bye to her 3 year-old son, Zack. I walked into his room and said, "Zackie, I'm going home; give me a hug." He reached up and I picked him up into my arms. As I did so he pressed his soft check against my mouth. I just thought he was awkwardly hugging me so I continued talking to him and telling him good-bye. After a few seconds, he interrupted me by saying, "Kiss me, Mandy. Kiss me." I started laughing, then planted one on his sweet cheek. Always the gentleman, he replied, "Thank you." Then squirmed out of my arms to return to his toys.
For more ridiculous stories about Zackie, click HERE, HERE, and HERE.