The other day I was trying to wrangle Ian into going to sleep and I fell asleep instead, as per usual. I woke up who knows how much later, and the first think I noticed was that Ian was laying down right next to me, giggling, with his hand in his mouth. The next thing I noticed was that my neck was completely wet. Conclusion: Ian had repeatedly licked his hand and used it to moisten my whole neck. I'm not Sherlock, but that's what he continued to try to do after I woke up, so I'm pretty sure my deduction is spot on.
Usually he just pokes his fingers in my eyes and up my nose, but I got really mad at him the last time he was doing that, because he ALSO pulled down my pants a little bit and was sticking his fingers in my crack. That is the worst way to wake up. Ever.
PS: I don't like typing the word "crack" and don't like asking people to read the word in relation to myself, but...I couldn't describe the event any other way. So, sorry.
4 comments:
I'm glad you clarified that you are not in the Coastal Northwest or Pacific Northwest as they say...
Children can be such a joy!
HAHAHAHA!! Thanks for the laugh!
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