Sometimes, you've gotta mess with your kids. . .

As Alex,7, engaged in some kind of furious match on Minecraft tonight, I came in and asked if he was lonely. I started kissing his cheek. I asked again if he was lonely. He said, "No, I'm not lonely. And you're interrupting me, which is a problem. " "Kisses are never a problem!" I exclaimed. More kisses ensued.