Today during lunch I asked Meg to apologize for disobeying an instruction I had given. "I'm sorry for disobeying you, Mommy," she said. I forgave her, and then we gave each other our customary kiss to seal the deal. Of course, since Meg is working on her third cold since Thanksgiving, I regretfully steered clear of a smooch directly on her little lips. (She has the cutest lips in the world. I've always loved kissing them.) I could see from her expression that she noticed a difference in the way that our faces met.
"Uh-oh," I thought, "she's going to want me to kiss her lips, the way I normally do." But I was wrong.
"Touch my little nose, Mommy," she said.
"Um, OK," I complied, gently tapping the center of her face with my finger.
"Nooooo!" she said, giggling, "Touch my little nose with your big nose!"
My wha-? Wait a second...
I decided not to be offended. Then I leaned in toward Meg so that my forehead rested against hers and our noses smooshed together. "Yes!" said Meg, wiggling happily.
Who knew? I guess it's not the lips that matter after all.