December 12th, 2009
I have a confession to make. Sometimes I kiss my daughter’s butt.
I can’t help myself. I get her out of the bath and take her into her room to put on pajamas. She squirms around on the changing table, often flipping to her tummy, burying her face in the changing pad, and sticking her wee bum in the air. And there it is, so completely perfect and tiny and soft that I simply cannot resist planting a smooch on it. Or perhaps a quick raspberry.
My husband does not have words to express how completely this behavior horrifies and disgusts him. He usually only manages an inarticulate choking noise before he flees the room to vicariously gargle with mouthwash on my behalf.