I was just minding my own business.
Honest, I was.
We had just finished breakfast, and Liam was gearing up to watch his daily Sesame Street episode. I figured I could sit down for a moment.
So I sprawled out on the couch, admiring my $1.97 boyfriend-cut jeans.
Unsuspecting as I was, I didn't realize what Liam was up to. I closed my eyes.
He crawls up to me, notices a bit of my belly visible above my belt line, face-plants his head onto it, and then blows air out of his mouth to make a loud ZERBERT! sound on my skin.
The whole thing caught me off-guard, and I jumped up, propelled by laughter.
His happy little face and eyes said, "Paybacks!" as he crawled away.
And for all these months of blowing zerberts on his baby belly, I suppose I deserved to get a dose of what I dish out!