I love Miss Molly, but she is certainly a handful at times. Whether it be with Nestle Chocolate Powder or markers or baby powder. . .she's made messes with all of them this week alone (sigh).
After a particular mess, she got a stern talking to. She stood there, took her verbal lashing, and looked up at me, big blue eyes shining.
"Mama," she said, "I want mwa-mwa". She had to say it twice before I realized that she wanted a kiss. After all, if you listen to a kiss, it's not a kiss. It's a mwa-mwa.
I guess everyone just wants a hug, a kiss, and a certainty that things are going to be okay.