So instead of getting right up and being productive, Ollie and I snuggled up on the couch for a little Thomas the Train action.
Before I knew it, Oliver was demanding that I shower him with kisses.
I tried to oblige, but when I did he squirmed and pushed me away.
Then he clarified:
"KISS MY CHEEK!"
so I did.
Afterward, he turned his face and said,
"KISS MY 'NOTHER CHEEK!"
All I could do was laugh out loud...
And then plant a good one right one his face and ask for my own!