As I was carrying Tucker to bed tonight, he started smattering my face with kisses.
Kiss, kiss, kiss.
I said, "Oh, Tucker! I love all these kisses! I am so lucky!"
He stopped, leaned back to look at me, and said, "No, Mommy. You're not yucky. They're kisses."
"No, I'm lucky. Lucky."
He became more insistent. "No. Not yucky. You're not yucky."
"Lucky, Tucker. I'm LLLLLucky."
"No. No, Mommy, you're not. Not yucky."
And that's where I stopped. Since he doesn't understand the words blessed or fortunate, and since he really believed I was declaring my disgust with myself, I let it go.
(But I sure loved those kisses.)