As we often do, Miles and Tobin and I stopped by Hy-Vee after we picked Miles up from school.  Miles is always ready for lunch when he finishes at 11:30, and he’s crazy about the orange chicken at their Chinese station.  I usually go for the salad bar.  Tobin snacks off both our plates.

After we got our food and sat down, Miles and I dug in, and I gave Tobin some rice.  He ate a good amount of that, as well as sharing some of Miles’s milk and his own water (of course; he loves water).

A while later, Tobin started frantically making the more sign in his own consistent but unorthodox ASL.   In his world, that sign doesn’t imply that he wants more of what he already has.  It often just means he wants something.   I offered him more rice:  no.  I offered him some vegetables from my salad:  no.  I offered him milk and water and everything else I could find that seemed reasonable:  no.  He kept signing for more.

Finally, after everybody was feeling pretty frustrated, he puckered up his lips and made a kissing noise.  Then he brought his hand to his mouth and did his approximation of blowing me a kiss.

A kiss.  He wanted a kiss.

I leaned down, brushed the rice of his face, and kissed him about thirty times.  He seemed satisfied after that.