Don't get too mushy

We had put Jamie to bed tonight and a few minutes passed before he emerged, as inevitably he does, with a request (a demand, really). Having met his needs, which in this case were too mundane to even relate, I gave him a kiss and told him I loved him. He said he loved me too, and then began a game we play where he says "you're not going to give me lots of kisses," prompting me, of course, to do exactly that. He said he liked getting lots of kisses from me so I gave him more. Then he said, "Okay, Dad, now let me sleep."