Oliver and I had the following conversation in the car today (honestly, this happened):Oliver (after I kissed him): Mom! Don't kiss me... forever!
Me: I will kiss you... forever! Even after you're grown up I'll kiss you.
Oliver: When I'm 19, I'll be soooo tall, you won't be able to kiss me.
Me: Well, then, I'll get a chair, and I'll stand on it so I can kiss you.
Oliver: I'll be sooo tall, you won't be able to kiss me when you stand on a chair.
Me: Well, then, I'll get a ladder, and I'll climb to the top of it so I can kiss you.
Oliver: Then I will jump so high in the sky, you won't be able to kiss me.
Me: I'll get a hot air balloon and fly up and kiss you.
Oliver: I'll get a airplane and fly away so you can't kiss me.
Me: I'll get a helicopter and chase you in your airplane and kiss you.
Oliver: I'll get a car and drive away so fast, you won't be able to kiss me.
Me: I'll get a rocket and chase you in your car and kiss you.
Oliver: I'll get a hotwheels and drive so fast, you can't kiss me.
Me: I'll chase you in your hotwheels in a train engine, and kiss you.
Oliver: I'll get a rocket and fly to the moon so you can't kiss me.
Me: I'll get in my space ship and fly to the moon and kiss you.
Oliver: Then I will run away and get back in my ship and fly away all over space so you can't kiss me.
Me: Then I'll get in my ship and chase you all over space and kiss you!
Then we got home and I kissed him again.
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