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Lately, Jesse's developed this annoying little habit. Sometimes when he's pissed off or frustrated or even when he's sleepy, he likes to rub his face violently against anyone who's carrying him. Violently!

It's like his nose is possessed by some kind of demon and he's trying to rip the evil right off his face. He's practically grinding his little face away burying himself, on our shoulders, chest, at our neck, depending how we're carrying him. And he can go on and on until he runs out of oxygen and has to come up for air.

Sometimes when he's down on the floor, he'd climb up onto one of us and rub his face into our thigh or our crotch, whichever is more accessible. Those times, he'd usually come out sooner for air. Hahhahah! I'm kidding, of course. My wife and I have sweet smelling crotches.

One day, while lying with Mae on the sofa, he gets up to his nonsense again. And he's grinding violently against Mae's groin.

"Jesse-boy, what are you doing?" Mommy cooed to her little boy. Then, in typical Mae-fashion, she added, "Trying to get back in?"

Hahhahahha! With parents like us, it's hardly surprising if he was.