Jack, out of the blue, came up to me and said, "Mama, I can give you a kiss and I won't even do this," and then he wiped his mouth off with his arm (which is his custom whenever I've given him, or he's given me, a kiss). This was completely at random. I've never said ANYTHING about him wiping kisses away.
So, Jack leaned in and gave me a kiss—to which, I said, "Jack! That is so sweet! And you're not even gonna wipe your mouth?" But, to appreciate the fullness of what happened next, you have to realize that after I got the word “sweet” out, Jack froze—his arm halfway to his mouth. He realized he couldn't do it! He couldn’t not wipe his mouth, but the rest of my words had already spilled out, and he felt an obligation to keep his promise.
He stood frozen about six seconds, slowly turned around, and with his back to me, discretely wiped his mouth. He then turned around, pretending nothing had happened, grinning as though he'd just done the sweetest thing. And, kind of, he had.
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