Kiss’n In Kindergarten

It’s time to proudly display the shotgun above the mantle with a large box of bird shot next to it.

“How was your day, Izzy?” I asked as we trotted across the parking lot, away from the morning pickup line. “What did you learn?”

“I don’t know.” Her usual non-answer to my usual question. “I have a new friend but it's not a girl."

"That's okay, you can be friends with everybody."

"He's a boy. He kissed me.”

“Where?” Trying not to sound so shocked while imagining a full-on, slobbery smooch from a fellow five year old over a bottle of Elmer's and a colorful pile of construction paper.

She was very matter of fact about the ordeal. “On the cheek,” there was no hint of a blush.

My daughters' been kissed and the next pathetic question that came to mind was, “Is he cute?”

“I don’t know. He has long brown hair and glasses. He’s shorter than me."

"That'll change." I chuckled, remembering how short the boys were in elementary school and how much they've changed by high school. “Why did he kiss you?"

"I don't know." Miss Iz shrugged, "It was gross though."

Phew, dodged that bullet. "What's his name?"

"Hmm," She had to think about this one for a while. "I don't know. I think it's Malachi."

'Oh, a biblical name' I thought, 'sounds promising'. Then again I do have a David and a Daniel. "Do you like him?"

"He's my friend, Mom." Maddy might have well said 'Duh, Mom... What do you think?'

For now, boys equal cooties as they should, until she reaches her mid-twenties. Okay, maybe we can at least put the ammo away.

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