Whenever Seth is bored, or gets a scrape or a bump, or is just staring off into space, I implore him to focus. On my beauty.
"Mommy, there's nothing to do."
"You could focus on my beauty," I say with a smile.
He rolls his eyes. He averts his gaze so he definitely won't be focusing.
Whenever my children are watching TV, and a toy commercial comes on, Seth says, with feeling,
"I'm so gonna get those, all of those!"
Whenever Seth says, "I'm so gonna get those, all of those!" I feel compelled to fly into the room and say, "I'm so gonna kiss you! All of you!" and proceed to tackle him and give him 100 kisses, which he tries to wipe off, which I accuse him of rubbing in, like lotion, because he loves them so much.
Sometimes, I meet his gaze across a room, and give him the ole two finger to the eyes universal sign for focus on my beauty. He knows what it means.
He likes it. I'm sure he does.