"UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!" It's a gutteral, eye rolling, four-year old moan.  "Dat is so an-noy-ing!!!"  He flings himself forward across the coffee table, hiding his eyes beneath blond bangs that desperately need a hairdresser.

Mommy and Daddy are kissing in the kitchen.

We laugh at him.

Noa toddles past.  Smiles.  "Dood durl, mummy."

"See Liam?" I say, arms still around his daddy's neck.  "I'm a good girl!"

I plant another kiss.

He rolls off the table onto the floor.  "You're gwoss!"