Last night Brent was sitting on the edge of my bed watching a movie. He had kicked off his shoes, put his socks beside him, and sat enthralled. His mouth was open in a classic "duh" expression, his eyes glazed over in a child's tv coma. His eyelashes remained bold and still against the flickering images coming from the screen. I had to come over and kneel beside the bed, and tell him how much I loved him, planting a kiss on his cheek.
He glanced away from the tv long enough to see who it was, and then said sweetly "You have a boo boo on your nose, mommy". "I know, honey, it's just a little skin thing - a little pimple," I replied. He reached down and picked up his sweaty stinking sock and before I had time to protest, was smearing it wetly across my face. "It's okay mommy. I got it for you"
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