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Kiss and Tell

October 17th, 2016

Dear Todd,

The subject heading is not nearly as interesting of a story as you may think. In fact it pertains to our youngest---shocker. It reflects on a time when he was even younger--still not surprising. But the way in which it came up today was priceless.

I was picking them up from school and somewhere in the jumble of conversation I heard, "Did you kiss someone?"

The question was asked of our youngest, by our daughter.

He quickly replied, "No!"

"Then why is your face red?" She continued to prod.

"I didn't kiss anyone, " he calmly replied.  "I haven't kissed anyone since kindergarten."

"WAIT. WHAT?!?!?!?"  This clearly threw her for a loop.  She began to giggle and repeat, "What?!?! What?!?!? Who?! When?! WHAT?!"

I chimed in and said, as if it were totally old news to his siblings, "Yeah. He and Bo kissed Maggie in the Tipi."

"WHAT?!" The giggles grew and the entire backseat began writhing in discomfort.

I tired to continue to make it no big deal. I cleverly added, "It was not a big deal. The 3 of them were in the Tipi and she gave each boy a kiss."

Our youngest chimed in, "Steven was in there too. But she didn't want to kiss him. And he was rocking and squealing with his hair like a rhino."

I started to feel badly for Steven. Which was horribly conflicting as none of those little people should've been kissing in the Tipi in the first place.

"So wait," our daughter continued, "Was this a kiss on the cheek or the lips."

He answered, "You don't want to know."

"LIPS?!?!" she shrieked. "UUUUGGGGHGHHH!!!"

He just smirked and unpacked his backpack.

Oh my...High School is gonna be hilarious.  God help whomever these kids bring home.


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