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.
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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