On the way home from dinner, we passed by the bank. While hubby was on the ATM, Little Dynamo took out his bonnet. Refusing to put it back, I pretended to throw it on the garbage can. He cried until hubby carried him. While on his daddy’s arms:
Hubby: Why did you cry?
Little Dynamo: Mommy throw away my hat.
Hubby: (kissing him on the cheeks, near his eyes)
Little Dynamo: Don’t kiss my eyes.
Little Dynamo: I have tears.
Hubby: Oh… because you cried.
Little Dynamo: Yes. (pointing to his lips). Only here…
…. and the weekend’s over.