First Kiss

Last night my 5-year-old told me he had a secret to tell me, but I couldn't tell Daddy. This was in front of the hubby of course because whether you are 1 or 100, the best part of having a secret from someone is them knowing you have a secret from them. So he came over to me to whisper in my ear. I expected it to be something like, "Optimus Prime is my favorite Transformer." or "I shot a bunny."

"Shooting a bunny" is code for farting in our house. Yes, it is necessary to have a code for farting. We're classy people. You don't just let one rip and laugh. You rip one and then say you shot a bunny.

Instead, my son whispered, "I kissed Emma." Emma is a girl in his class, also 5-years-old. Later in the evening he came clean to the hubby who got more information out of him about this kiss. Here's what we know.
 - It happened Friday.
 - On the playground.
 - It was both of their idea.
 - It was on the lips.
 - No one else was around.

I'm not upset about the kiss. I think it is funny and adorable. And I'm impressed he's already kissing girls. If I was kissing boys in pre-school, I don't remember it. I was much older when I had my first kiss.

Boys didn't become interested in me until the glasses became contacts, the braces came off, the Jehri curl mullet grew out and I learned to straighten my hair and my concave breasts became ample B cups almost overnight. So my first kiss didn't happen until an embarrassingly lot of years later.

I also don't believe this was his first kiss. I've seen him play kiss tag. He's not scared to pin a girl down and kiss her. These kinds of things are cute at 5. It will probably feel a little more criminal in ten years. So I just told him what any good mother would tell her son after he had his first kiss.

Play on, Playa!