We've turned "missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me" into a game at our house. Whenever kiddo
says that phrase, Laurel and I drop whatever we're doing and chase her around the house until we catch
her and cover her with smooches while she giggles like crazy. We've done this for years.
We haven't done this in a while, and I'd feared that we had lost our game, like so many other cute
things, to maturity — until tonight when kiddo uttered the phrase while I was doing dishes. About
part way through, she realized what she was saying, and we exchanged a look. She grinned, finished her
sentence, and then immediately took off up the stairs. Seeming confident she hadn't been followed,
she crept back down the stairs. When she was almost at the bottom, I tore out of an upstairs bedroom
and loudly raced down the stairs behind her. Eight-year-olds scream very differently than five
year-olds do. I'd better think it through the next time I decide to go all "Sully Sullivan"
on her again!
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