Saturday, December 13, 2008

Conversation tonight between my 4 year old Gracie (who thinks she's 16) and me:

"Mommy, Momma."
"Hmm Gracie?"
"Mommy, I have a secret for you."
"You do? Okay, tell me, I like secrets."
"Um, tonight, um, I don't know why, but when we were playing "Mom and Dad", I didn't ask him to, but I was Gavin's Mom, and Gavin kissed me."
"He did?  Where?  On the cheek?!"
"No."
"Where?...Show me!"
Gracie leans in quickly and pecks me on the lips.
She leans back to study my face, trying to predict what my reaction will be.  Her face is concerned and serious.
"Gracie!  You got your fist kiss and you're only four?  Gavin loves you!"
"But I didn't ask him to!"
"But no more kissing boys until you're married, got it?"
"Got it Momma.  I don't know why he did that."
"He just loves you, I guess.  You're friends!"
"Yeah."