Topics you should never have to discuss with your seven year old daughter.
After I picked up the kids, we went to a mall with a Gap Kids to exchange the jacket Shelby recently received for one of a larger size. That worked out well, so we then grabbed dinner at the food court, followed by a trip to Walmart for some near-term needs. When we left, Shelby said something in the car about wanting a hickie. I about flipped out, but on questioning her, I'm not sure she understands what that really means, though I did say she should avoid saying that anymore.
Later in the evening, she said she knew how to French kiss. If only I could have seen the look of shock on my own face. After moments of speechlessness, she gestered what she believed was a French kiss. Well, I was much releived after that, and actually burst out laughing. She did one of those left-cheek, right-cheek sort of kisses that you do often see French people doing as a customary greeting.
Twice in one night that kid almost gave me a heart attack. I may be getting old, but I'm a little young for THAT.
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