My kid and I like to cup each other's faces in our hands, push each other's cheeks in until our lips squish together. We say, "Chubby!" at the same time,...whoever laughs first loses and we are both losers. His hands smell like those goldfish crackers which are godawful and then my face smells like cheese but recently Thad said Don't kiss me anymore Mom so I fall asleep as some new snack food hybrid. I can't remember what his head smelled like as a baby. We use the same shampoo. When I sneak a kiss on his hair, I kiss L'Oreal Volume Expand. When he squishes my cheeks together, the wine stains of my lips bloom purple.