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.