We had finished our book, turned off the lights, pulled the quilt up to his chin.
I snuggled in beside him for our nightly bedtime discussion and to deliver a few kisses.
Sometimes it's a game where I say something like, "ok, now I need to get some of that forehead" and then plant a kiss and then "better get a bit of that cheek" or "the chin" etc.
After a bit Jackson takes my face in his hands and ask to take a look at my teeth.
"Better kiss your teeth, mama."
"No! Don't kiss my teeth!"
He giggles but continues to investigate my teeth.
He finally looks up and declares, "Mama, we need to trim those teeth."