By Sallie Mattison Young
So there we were, my husband and
I, stealing a few quick smooches behind the open
refrigerator door, when Ariel, 10, catches us.
"Eeeuuwww, gross," she said,
giggling. "You guys were kissing!" Emily, 7, came up
behind her, eyes wide with interest.
Not wanting them to go into that
"kissing is mushy" routine, I've always believed the
best defense is a good offense; so I said, "Well,
just exactly how do you think you two got here,
anyway?"
Emily rolled her eyes, then
explained very patiently, "We GOT here when we moved
from our old house to this new house!" |
