My four year old son Dante has a really good friend at daycare named Regina.  This morning when I was trying to buckle his seat belt in the car he took my hand and kissed all over the back of my hand.  Surprised by this sudden gesture of love I asked him, “Why are you kissing mommy’s hand?”

“No, you are not mommy right now, I am pretending that you are Regina!” He said as he kissed my hand some more.

I think I am just going to go and develop some kind of complex now… Man, I thought I had 15 more year with little Dante…