Cinnamon Roll Kisses

Troy and my wife were enjoying cinnamon rolls for breakfast this morning. Troy prefers the soft, gooey middles, pushing the crunchier edges to the side to get to the good stuff. Eating cinnamon rolls is a full-body experience with Troy. I don’t mean he feels it in every part of his core. I mean he literally gets cinnamon and sugar on his full body; from the top of his head to the tips of his toes and everywhere in between.

My wife had him sitting on the table today, and he was leaning back against her while she happily munched on her own cinnamon roll. After he had sufficient coverage on his face, I told Troy that mama would love a kiss. He turned back to her and gave her a messy, gooey kiss right on the cheek. She was shocked, but laughing nonetheless. So, I told Troy that mama loved his kisses and that he should give her more. She didn’t particularly want anymore cinnamon and sugar stuck to the side of her face, but how can you refuse baby kisses?! So, he proceeded to kiss her over and over again, completely covering her with gooeyness until she looked just like him.