Kisses...

Let me tell you what happened at the gym on Wednesday! MW, as usual, dressed herself in her princess dress, glass slippers, veil, and purse. She entered the kids club and all the children surrounded her and stood there touching her dress. When I picked her up, the workers told me all the children called her “Princess.” (I’m sure she LOVED that!) So…I call for her to come out of this little house where she was playing. She sticks her head out and says she has a new friend. Here’s the rest of the conversation:

J “What’s his name?”
M “I don’t know.”
J “Did y’all have fun together?”
M “We did.”
J “What did y’all do?”
M “Well, he just kissed me and kissed me and kissed me and it was so nice.”
J “Oh my.”

Insert embarrassed and flustered worker, “I don’t know what she’s talking about.” (This is the same worker who told me T3 might have a little blue around his mouth from a crayon he’d gotten. I didn’t see anything and thought, “oh, she’s being very cautious.” Then he opened his mouth and there were about a thousand tiny pieces of blue crayon! He'd been chomping!)

So we head out to the car.
M “Mama, he just loved me so much. He did not break my heart. He made my heart not broken.”
J “How do you know he loves you?”
M “Because he just kissed me and kissed me and kissed me.”
J “Where did he kiss you?”
M “Anywhere he wanted.”
J “Where is that?”
M “All over my face and he put his hand on my leg, like this.” (She gently rested her hand above my knee.)

I was trying so hard not to laugh. She was awestruck. I told T, who did NOT find it as humorous as I did. He told her if any boy ever tried to kiss her that she should tell him to stop and if he did it again, to punch him in the face, He also told her any boy who wants to kiss her has to talk to him to get his permission first. (Which is kind of funny, because when we were if 5-K, T would chase me on the playground and try to kiss me.) Why does that “Cleanin’ this Gun” song keep coming to mind??? "She deserves respect that's what she'll get...ain't it son?"