C'mere

When I would walk into the house, MyFella is sitting on the couch and OurJamie on his recliner.  He seldom pushed it all the way back because he didn't like so much to nap in it, afraid he might miss something going on.


I wrote how he would look at me and say


Hey!  C'mere!


No, you come here!


No, C'mere!


I would put my stuff down and walk over to see him.  My favorite thing was to use my knees to squish his legs closer and kind of sit on him, and I would tickle him.


Tickle, tickle, tickle.


Then kiss him three quick times.  Right cheek, forehead, left cheek.


"Don't touch me!", he would say.


"Don't kiss me!"


Because he was grown, he didn't want people kissing him.  He was so grown up.