I like to press my face up against Mae's belly and talk to Baby.
"Hey Baby, kick daddy eyes!" Okay. I dunno why but I like to speak to Baby in broken English. Hahahah! On one hand, I rationalise that he doesn't really understand so it doesn't really matter what I say. But on the other hand, the little guy seems to know exactly what I'm saying sometimes.
"Hey Baby, kick daddy eyes!" I wait. And suddenly *bish* he kicks me. Right in the eyes. Mae and I laugh like silly twits. And Baby kicks again, as though to reaffirm that he understands.
I press my face in some more and blow raspberries in Mae's tummy. Baby hates that. He kicks me in the mouth! My boy's got attitude, you have to give him that.
I just hope he doesn't grow up thinking it's okay to kick daddy in the face. :)