THE WORST KISS EVER

Tyke is a kisser.  A good kisser.  He saves most of his kisses for me.  They are wet, and long, and sometimes painful.  But it's okay... he loves ME.  I usually enjoy our make-out sessions, even with the biting and hair pulling that sometimes accompany it.  I DID NOT, however, enjoy the rolly polly that he french kissed right into my mouth today.  Maybe he should spend a little less time in the backyard!