Middle came into the den to join Youngest, Hubby, and me as we ate pizza and watched a movie tonight.
That's when I noticed the four--count 'em, four--neon bandaids on her forehead.
I contemplated this for a moment, before attempting to ask the inevitable question. But I couldn't make my lips form the question, because I had "Rule #2" echoing in my mind.
Middle grinned impishly at me. "If you have a question, just ask. I'll answer it."
Do Not Kiss. |
I still tried to form the letter shapes with my lips.
"She tried to kiss Makaha on the forehead," he explained.
"And I did it wrong," she concluded.
"You kissed Makaha?" I asked.
"I tried to kiss him on the forehead, but I did it from the front, rather than trying to kiss him on the cheek. He objected to it," she intoned philosophically.
Well then.
*smooch* |
And the no-kissing rule definitely isn't in place with Kimo. She gets (and gives) kisses all the time, without a problem. (Unless, of course, you're trimming her nails. Then she leaves bruises.)
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