I'll take a monetary hit on this one, because I think that most people who sit in a kissing booth are raising money for charity and don't take home the per-peck fee.
It is not often that Bellerina goes crazy when I come home.
Mostly because I'm typically only gone while I'm working, and I only work for 5 hours at a time, and she's with Nana. So basically, when I get home she couldn't care less. She's been having fun with her Nana and barely noticed I was missing.
For some reason today I got assaulted when I walked through the door.
She was kissing my hair, my forehead, my cheeks, grabbing my face and trying to figure out where to smother me next. And of course trying to see if she could sneak in a little bite here and there without my noticing.
It was awesome.
I emerged looking like I had battled a hurricane, hair everywhere and enough drool on my shirt to resemble rain.
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