last night, at bedtime, chris requested a kiss from the kids before he left for his soccer game. liam planted a big one on his cheek before turning back to his almanac. but susanna actually turned away, almost coyly. chris feigned heartbreak and asked her why.
" oh daddy, i will kiss you. i just don't kiss you that fast."
"why not?"
"because i'm a princess," she stated quite matter-of-factly. "and the way princesses kiss is like this." she closed her eyes, puckered out her lips, and stuck out her chin towards him. "and then i move myself very, very slowly towards you." and, sure enough, she did -- moving inch by inch closer to him, eyes still firmly shut. "and then, when i kiss you, the music plays!"
i feel almost sorry for the unfortunate sucker who's going to give her her first real kiss as a teenager, for he apparently has some mighty big shoes to fill.
oh, wait -- what am i saying? i actually don't feel sorry for him at all. upon second thought, i think i'll encourage this fantasy of hers. she needs to know that she has no business kissing any boy until there's a 42-piece orchestra waiting in the wings and thousands of lanterns being floated up into the sky like rapunzel had in "tangled". yep, i'm thinking her expectations are perfectly reasonable.
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and, like rapunzel, i plan to keep her locked away in a tower so no boy has a chance to kiss her until she's an adult.
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