How the tables have turned

My best friend, Katie, has a little girl named Abby. 

She is all girl, and very sassy. 

For example, she does not tolerate interruptions during story time.

See--sassy.

Last summer, when Oliver was about 7 months old, we went to visit Katie and Abby.

Oliver was smitten and insisted on kissing Abby.  He would put his hands on her face and plant a very wet one on her (this was the open-mouth-wipe-slobber-on-you kind of kiss).  Abby H-A-T-E-D it.  And she let him know by shreaking and brushing him away.  Later in the day she would shriek and say no-no! if he came near her.

Abby came over last week and --ah hem--

came to her senses and realized that Oliver is adorable and she decided to cash in her kiss rain checks.

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

After they were done kissing eachother, they went around

kissing other things. 

Stuffed lion. kiss. kiss.

Abby's doll. kiss. kiss.

Plastic zebra. kiss. kiss.

I can't wait to show this to them when they are in high school!