The Kissing Hand

I doubt that in the future I'll post more than one time/day but this one is too good to not send today. Sean spent the night several weeks ago with his friend, Cameron. It was Cameron's birthday and his mom, Cassie, asked if Sean could go to Charles Mouse (code for Chuck E. Cheese) with them and then stay the night. Sean was, of course, all for it. As I was driving him to Charles Mouse, he began telling me a story about Chester Racoon. At first I thought he was talking about a movie, but then realized he was talking about a book that they had read in school. He told me that Chester did not want to go to school but that his mother, Mrs. Racoon, told Chester that sometimes we have to do things we don't want to (his words, not mine). He went on to tell me that Chester's mother took his hand and spread it into a fa-aan (Sean's a true Texan-he can make a one syllable word into two) kissed the middle of it and told him that whenever he got lonely or afraid that he should press his hand to his cheek and everything would be ok. Sean went on to tell me that Chester took his mother's "large, familiar hand" (I almost ran off the road in hysterics) and gave her a "kissing hand" too. Since Sean was going to be gone that night, I asked him if maybe I could have a kissing hand because I might miss him. He thought for a second and said, "Yes, but we'll have to do it somewhere where there are no windows." I guess at the age of 5, I'm already not cool.