I was helping M get dressed yesterday morning. I was sitting on the floor while he stood in front of me waiting for his shirt. I repeatedly kissed his belly. Everytime he would back up in a fit of giggles. This, of course, delayed actually getting his shirt on.
I guess I did this one time too many, because all of the sudden he got really serious, looked me straight in the eyes and said "I want to get my shirt on! Mommy, control yourself!"