A poke in the eye

This is the story of true love, the kind that exists only between mother and son--
In the early morning hours, long before anyone should be up, a mother snuggled with her son near his bed, encouraging him to try to sleep. With all of the tenderness possessed in his little hands, the son patted his mother on the head and said "love you" or something that sounded kind of like it. "Ahh," his mother thought, it is moments like these that make the trials of motherhood worth it. And then the little boy snuggled in closer as if to kiss his sweet mother and swiftly POKED HER RIGHT IN THE EYE. I guess that's as good as a kiss, well, almost.