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.