Must be a boy thing?

Last night we slept and Auntie Ann's and Uncle Tim's in Phoenix. We were there visiting for New Year...and celebrating Puccini Christmas.

So this morning I walked up to the loft where the kids were camped out. I was sitting with Ryan on the couch as he was still snuggled under the blankets and his head was on my lap. I was rubbing his face and said to him, "I love you Ryan."

Then, he sat up straight on the couch, looked at me, and punched me right in the nose.

I'm still confused about it.

Must be a boy thing.