She kisses his feet because she is sick. Prior to being sick, she kissed him where ever was closest. His head, his hands, his belly. If it was in range of kissing, kisses were administered. She has a nasty fever, but that is all. The doctor believes she has some type of viral infection -- unnamed, unknown. When we told her she was sick and needed to make sure that, as she says, "My little baby brother Asher," doesn't get sick, we gave her an option. She wants to kiss him all of the time. She wants to hold his hands. Therefore, we compromised on his feet. Now, just before Mommy and Asher leave for the night, she asks to see his feet, and plants warm kisses there to allow the love she has for him to grow.
Hopefully this will pass, and she will be better soon. At least we are up already when she calls out for us in the middle of the night.
No comments:
Post a Comment