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.

Hubby: Why?

Little Dynamo: I have tears.

Hubby: Oh… because you cried.

Little Dynamo: Yes. (pointing to his lips). Only here… 

…. and the weekend’s over.