Nose
Last night, in the darkness of the blue room, while we laid on the couch basking in quiet time before bed time, Aidan wrapped his tiny little boy hands around my neck. His arms weren’t long enough to go all the way around so he pressed his hands to the back of my neck. He pulled my face close to his until our noses touched.
I said, “Mooch?”
He replied, “No. Nose.”
Then he moved his head left and right so we could rub noses.
