I didn't believe my husband when he
told me she had given him a kiss the other day. Don't be silly I
said. How would she know how to do that, I haven't taught her. Like
she can only do things I've taught her to do. I certainly never
taught her to chew the furniture.
My daughter is like a sponge, and
constantly surprises me with how much she soaks up. When it comes to
the chewing – I can only blame the gerbils!
But back to the kissing. I couldn't
believe it when my daughter leaned towards me, her lips puckered up,
as I sat next to her on the bed at story time one evening.
Hesitantly, I leaned in too and 'peck',
her lips touched mine and she gave a little giggle.
Told you, cried out my husband in
triumph, pausing from reading out loud James' adventures aboard the
giant peach.
OK, OK, I was forced to admit, my
daughter after all had learnt to kiss. And I had better make the most
of these little kisses before my daughter's self-consciousness kicks
in. There will be plenty of times in the future when she's bound to
turn away when I ask for a good-bye kiss at the school gates or when
I drop her off at her friend's house to play.
But let's not worry about that for now.
My daughter's more than happy to try out her new found skill and I'm
enjoying yet another sign of her affection.
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