Say, a kiss.
My daughter, when she was over one, liked to give me kisses anytime. Several times, while she sat on the shopping cart facing me (as we waited in line to pay) she'd ask for a kiss.
She'd stick out her lips like 2 inches out even monkeys would think she was exaggerating. She was so cute, everybody looked and smiled. Of course, I had to meet hers with my lips and kiss her.
I tell her this now and ask her why she doesn't give me that kind of kisses anymore and she just laughs.
This is the sort of memories I try to recall when she annoys me so much (as a teen being difficult), that I want to kill her. Ooops, here I go again with the word "kill."