Yesterday my parents and my uncle took Connor and my niece, Lexi, to the Field Museum in Chicago and then to see Al Capone's grave. (Obviously my uncle initiated the trip.) The kids had a good time. Connor loved the fact that his voice echoed in the museum and spent most of the day singing... loudly. I am kind of glad I was not there. ;)
Anyway, when my sister came to pick up Lexi later in the day, Lexi asked for a kiss from Connor. He now enjoys kissing people on the lips (although I did catch him kissing the door the other day, but whatever). He kissed Lexi on the lips, and she said him, "Connor, I didn't want a FAIRYTALE kiss. I wanted a regular one."