First Kiss


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.

About Monki

I am a mother, a wife, a physician, and a scientist. This is a life style blog about recipe ideas to try out; fun events to check out; being a career woman; health concerns; parenting doubts and triumph; and all the silly and loving moments in between.
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