Thursday –The Kiss
Jul. 16th, 2009 01:40 pm.
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Sweet Pea has been doing well with his new caregiver, the ever patient and sweet lady known as Carlie's Mom. Carlie herself is a handy build-in playmate and object of affection and frustration in this new environment. Sometimes she takes the toys I brought over there so he would have boy-toys in an all girl house and refuses to share them. I never thought a little girl would be so enamored with a toy helicopter with a rotor that really spins, but her mother tells me they bicker over it constantly and she has to make them take turns over who gets to pretend to fly it around.
He has not bitten another child since the day he left his old daycare, but that does not mean he has kept his mouth to himself. I found this out last night when he announced, "Carlie doesn't like kisses. She say's they're yucky."
"Oh, did you try to kiss Carlie?" I asked.
He nodded. "Uh, huh."
"Where did you try to kiss her?"
"On the toe." He held up his own bare foot and touched his big toe.
Oh, my.
"Carlie told you kisses were yucky…"
"So I kissed her on the toe."
"So you could show her that kisses aren't yucky?"
"Yeah, but it didn't work, 'cause she still said kisses are yucky."
"Well, maybe some girls don't like to be kissed on their toes."
"But why not?"
"You'll have to ask Carlie."
He seemed to ponder that, while I pondered about how behaviors we don't even fully understand start so early. At 4, my son has officially started chasing a girl, and wants to kiss her though he has no idea why. At 5, his would-be sweetheart already knows it pays to play hard to get (if you make him work hard enough, he might even let you take his turn with the toy helicopter in order to win your affection).
I wasn't sure what to make about the whole toe angle until my husband laughed and said, "On the toe, huh? Good going, son, you're a chip off the old block!"
Which reminds me: I should make a point to get a pedicure this weekend. It always seems to Jeff pretty happy when I show up with pretty pained toenails.
Oh, my.
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Sweet Pea has been doing well with his new caregiver, the ever patient and sweet lady known as Carlie's Mom. Carlie herself is a handy build-in playmate and object of affection and frustration in this new environment. Sometimes she takes the toys I brought over there so he would have boy-toys in an all girl house and refuses to share them. I never thought a little girl would be so enamored with a toy helicopter with a rotor that really spins, but her mother tells me they bicker over it constantly and she has to make them take turns over who gets to pretend to fly it around.
He has not bitten another child since the day he left his old daycare, but that does not mean he has kept his mouth to himself. I found this out last night when he announced, "Carlie doesn't like kisses. She say's they're yucky."
"Oh, did you try to kiss Carlie?" I asked.
He nodded. "Uh, huh."
"Where did you try to kiss her?"
"On the toe." He held up his own bare foot and touched his big toe.
Oh, my.
"Carlie told you kisses were yucky…"
"So I kissed her on the toe."
"So you could show her that kisses aren't yucky?"
"Yeah, but it didn't work, 'cause she still said kisses are yucky."
"Well, maybe some girls don't like to be kissed on their toes."
"But why not?"
"You'll have to ask Carlie."
He seemed to ponder that, while I pondered about how behaviors we don't even fully understand start so early. At 4, my son has officially started chasing a girl, and wants to kiss her though he has no idea why. At 5, his would-be sweetheart already knows it pays to play hard to get (if you make him work hard enough, he might even let you take his turn with the toy helicopter in order to win your affection).
I wasn't sure what to make about the whole toe angle until my husband laughed and said, "On the toe, huh? Good going, son, you're a chip off the old block!"
Which reminds me: I should make a point to get a pedicure this weekend. It always seems to Jeff pretty happy when I show up with pretty pained toenails.
Oh, my.
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Date: 2009-07-16 06:56 pm (UTC)Speaking as a man again......properly pedicured toes are wonderful things, definitely deserving of the occasional kiss. :-P
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Date: 2009-07-16 09:08 pm (UTC)Anyways, I unlocked the post again. Sorry..sorry I am so indecisive.
BTW, the toe kissing of kids made me smile:)
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Date: 2009-07-29 11:55 am (UTC)Actually he said they can do it (kissing) when they're 30. LOL