I heard Felix through the monitor yesterday, yawning and stretching after his nap, so I walked upstairs and went into his room to find him peeping out from under his covers, grinning sleepily.
I sat down next to him, slid my hands under the blankets to hug him.
“Your bed is so warm. Can I come in?” I asked him.
“Yup,” he replied, still smiling.
I laid my head on his chest. He adjusted its placement.
“You’re too big to fit in here,” he commented, but he wrapped his arms around my head and squeezed.
He let go, and asked, “Can we do nose kisses?”
I touched our noses together, he turned his head, rubbed the tips of our noses just so. He laughed.
“You do it!”
I touched our noses together again, then rubbed the tip of my nose over his.
He touched the underside of his nose with his finger.
“I have crusties on there.”
“You do,” I said. “Yuck.”
“I’m going to pick them.”
“Please don’t!” I begged, laughing. He did it anyway.
“I just picked one, and I’m going to put it on your face!”
And he did it anyway.