My man!

Just before bed Wednesday night, Reid declared herself “hung’y”. Since she’d eaten lots at supper, I wondered if it was a delaying tactic but decided that she could just be in a growth spurt. If she is, she may be taller than me by Saturday! I got her a slice of bread with peanut butter and she decided it would pair best with water (yuck). While she was eating, I have to confess, I kissed Ken. Reid noticed and gasped. No really, it was a gasp worthy of an over-acted dramatic scene in a B-movie. So she said, “Aack! My man!” as she came running over to give him a peanut-buttery kiss to reassert her position. Poor Ken isn’t so keen on peanut butter but I think he might like the attention.

I have so few memories of anything beyond last week and even the last week is fuzzy but I do remember my parents kissing when I was a kid. My memories stem from my teenage years and I mostly remember thinking how embarassing it was for *them*. Besides, I was clearly the last child and so there was no need for kissing or anything else (and please don’t make me think of the anything else). But still, it’s their fault that I think kissing in front of my kid is okay. Take it up with my mom.

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