Lured

I've got Luke figured out. Har! Har!

His plan of attack: First he stares at me. Wherever he's at, across the room or right next to me, he stares right at me. The kind of stare when you can feel someone looking at you. When our eyes meet, he locks me into his vision. (He has super magnetic reel-mom-in powers.) I can't resist. His next move? He shoots me the cutest smile, complete with dimple, a slight cock of the head, some very cute arm twists and makes a fist with one hand and brings it up to his dimpled cheek. So what do I do? I go right over to where he is, I get really close and I just have to give in and give him sweet kisses. He continues to work on me. He giggles in a cute, cute way. Oh no, more kisses from mommy! More giggles and more smiles! He has tricked me once more into helping him grow into a strong, healthy boy. As Grandma Kathy has said, "Kisses help them grow!"

Luke has his technique mastered.