And then there was the time that Dallas walked up to me when he got home and laid one on me...We were in the middle of the kitchen kissing. I have no idea why Darby was so bold as to think that she could break us up, but friends, we have been through five moves, pilot training, deployments, military service, a brain tumor and three kids. That girl's got NOTHIN'.
So there we were...kissing in the kitchen. Darby walks over and starts to pry herself in between us. When she realized her efforts were in vain, she proceeded:
"Stop kissing," she said! I looked at her and said, "No! Go away!"
Sometimes you just have to put your kids in their place.
My older daughter was standing nearby and had to add her two cents:
Naomi: "Ew, that's disgusting!"
Me: "What's disgusting about daddy and I kissing?"
Naomi: "You're trading spit AND saliva when you kiss!"
Whoa! Not spit AND saliva! I mean, spit is one thing, but SALIVA? That's a whole 'nother THING! If I had known what was ACTUALLY involved in kissing, I would have quit LONG ago!
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