A Kiss Is Just A Kiss

There are two camps of people, the cheek kissers and the lip kissers.
I'm not talking about romantic, open mouthed kisses, but simple pecks between close family and friends. I was raised a cheek kisser. My Aunt Sis was always a lip kisser and I remember thinking it seemed more loving than cheek kisses. I've always kissed my children on their sweet little lips, and been quite happy with my choice.

Until yesterday. Yesterday I was playing a little game where I kiss the baby on the lips and pull away to form an "O" with my mouth. He laughs hysterically and we do this for probably a total of an hour a day.
It's an easy way to get a laugh- I started it with my first born, and
it's worked for all of them.

I think this little game is over. Yesterday, just as I was forming my "O" and expecting a great belly laugh, he decided to spit up most of the contents of his bottle. Into my mouth. And it wasn't a bottle he'd just eaten, it was over an hour old. It was curdled. It was revolting. My response was to gag and spit it all over my shirt, which resulted in him laughing even harder than usual. Which was the outcome I was hoping for, but not at my stomach's expense.

Ick. Maybe cheek kissing is the way to go after all.