Plumster asked me this morning, “Mommy, do you remember when Daddy kissed you for the first time?”

Me, not knowing where this was going, thus did not want to divulge:  Maybe…not really.

Plumster:  Well, were you pleasantly shocked?

Me:  Yes, I was.  Of course.

Plumster:  I would be shocked too if a boy kissed me; except I will be shocked shocked, not pleasantly shocked.  Then I will PUNCH him in the face and say, “Hey Mister, whatcha doing?  Watch where your mouth goes!”

I am not one to condone violence, but I find her instinct to fend off boundary intruders acceptable, even admirable.  At the end of a lengthy discussion, we concluded that no punching was necessary.  She would have the boy ASK FOR PERMISSION before he can kiss her when the time comes, which I hope, is not for another 10 years.