Long, long ago in a galaxy far far away, my little boys would give me lippy kisses in abundance. Now you can hear Liam and sometimes my husband whispering to Aidan, “Please, take it for the team dude.” When Liam was maybe three years old, he spent the day at a camp with other kids, separate from mom and dad. They had a bathroom break. Wanting to encourage good hand-washing habits, his counselor prompted, “Now what do you do?” That’s right. He kissed her. Smack on the lips. Smart boy.