I should never have opened my big mouth. As soon as I gloated that Paco is no longer allowed to give Aiden lots of kisses but I am, I jinx myself. For someone that believes the infallible laws of jinxing things, I should have simply shut up. When Gael was three months old he had his first night of 12 hours sleep, I was so excited I announced it to the whole world and their neighbors. The next time he slept through the night was a whole other grueling three months after. The jinx is a powerful thing.
Aiden must have thought I was getting too complacent in the mothering department and he decides to ruffle my feathers a bit. The little devil wants to keep me on my toes. Eyes on the ball at all times. No timeouts for this mama. There is a new rule regarding MY kisses.
Aiden: Are you wearing lipstick? Don't kiss me if you're wearing lipstick.
Me: I'm not! My lips are naturally pinkish.
Aiden: No they're not. I can see the lipstick.