However, no one told me that kids like to do things over and over and over again and will not tire of a new "game" for, oh, I dunno, three and half years!
So ten minutes into our "KISSES!" game today, I was pooped. I am a plumply girl, with matching legs so having a mini-seizure of happiness every five seconds wears on the bod, ya know? So I took his little cheeks in my hand and said, "Momma is tired now, K? One more kiss and then we'll just sit here, K?"
He stared at me for a few seconds, trying to figure out the new rule.
A large, gap-tooth smile lit up his face as he lunged and - HEADBUTTED ME RIGHT IN THE MOUTH.
Apparently, the game was not over.
And would not be over until he was ready.
And as I reeled in pain and flailed my legs in agony, he giggled and drooled - he liked this new game.
He liked it a lot.