The Boy is obsessed with my skin. His hands and feet are always busy touching and squeezing and pinching my skin. At night and in the morning he can spend an hour swirling his hands around my neck.
In the evening it's endearing, especially if I have been away at work all day and we've missed each other. But in the morning, it drives me crazy as it is usually used as a way to keep us both awake. He'll snuggle up to my chest, and feel all around my face and then stuff his fingers in my nose. His knees start out tucked into my belly and then his toes start to wander until he finds the elastic waist of my underwear and snaps it over and over and over.
I detest being rudely awoken in the morning, by alarm clocks or nose picking babies (no matter how cute they are) So, I guess that when The Boy stirs himself awake in the mornings around 5:30, then it's time we all get up. We are apparently beyond the luxury of going back to bed for another couple hours and I am well beyond inviting skin addicts into my bed. Humph!
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