I have this habit of exaggeratedly sniffing BubTar's neck because it tickles him and makes him giggle like nothing else.
Tonight at bedtime, I was cuddling with him while he read his reading assignment to me, and I just couldn't resist the urge to interrupt the story with some sniffy tickles.
I said, "Hey Bub, do you think you'll remember these sniffy tickles when you grow up? The way they make you laugh and laugh?"
He looked at me and said, "Well, I don't know. Will you not give be able to give me sniffy tickles when I grow up?"
I said, "Well, I guess I can, if you want...but you probably won't by then."
He paused for a moment and then questioned, "But if I do?"
I smiled broadly and said, "Sure, buddy. I'll drive to your work every day and give you sniffy tickles at your desk. How does that sound?"
Then he really laughed, I'm not sure if it was the ridiculousness of me giving Grown-Up BubTar sniffy tickles at work or the absurdity of him ever growing up and having a job in the first place. Today his big plans for the future consist of building a Death Star with his friends, cruising the galaxy, and destroying black holes for a living.
We finished our story and I kissed him and tucked him in. Then I came downstairs and wrote this, my eyes full of tears that threatened to spill out out over my cheeks, because tonight I realized that one day my baby, my first baby, will not need our sniffy tickles anymore.