2015
2
Dec
12:56
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
The turkey has been doing better lately about giving out kisses when prompted. He’ll even give me an Eskimo kiss occasionally when I ask (and man do I wish my dad was here to see that!). Last night, while we were saying bedtime prayer, he kept hitting me in the ear. I didn’t know what he was trying to do. I thought he was just playing with my ear. I finally figured out that he was trying to turn my head so that he could kiss my cheek. Just because he wanted to. Cue tears.
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