Yesterday when Morgan came home from school, she told Matt and I that she had had to sit on the bench at recess. (kind of a time out) When Matt asked her what she had done, she coyly told us it was because she had kissed a boy. While Matt recovered, I asked her which boy. She said she had kissed Davis. (a cute little boy who goes to our church). Here's the rest of the conversation...Me: Morgan, you kissed a boy?
Matt: You DON'T kiss boys!
Morgan: but Daddy, we fell in love!
***I wish I had a camera handy to capture the priceless jaw on the ground wide eyed look on Matt's face at this last confession.***
Me: well, where did you kiss Davis? (meaning, where on the boy's face did she kiss, like on the lips, or on the cheek-dumb mom, I know)
Morgan: (with a little giggle) Behind the Snowman!
Me: (couldn't even talk yet, dying of much needed laughter) MORGAN! you were hiding from the monitors behind the snowman?
Morgan: Mom, we fell in love!
I thought Matt would have a coronary by this point. I laughed, remembering all of a sudden all the crushes and drama I experienced on the playground in 1st and 2nd grade. Don't worry, we gently instructed her that she really was too young to be kissing any boys on the playground, the lips, or even behind Frosty the Snowman. Oh,the fun we are going to have with this one. Can you just imagine the conversations we'll be having in another 10 years? Well I can. Matt's been growing his gun collection in preparation. Keep ya posted. :)
