On the way to the sitter's house this morning, Jack said, "Have ickies, Mommy?"
"I don't understand, honey, have ickies?"
"No, I don't have ickies."
"I have ickies?"
"No, you don't have ickies."
"Oh." Pause. "Have a hug, Mommy?"
Oh my gosh, he was asking for a KISS. Have a kiss, have ickies. I am a horrible mother.
Of course I gave him about a thousand kisses as soon as I got to Erin's house.