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[ninanevermore]

Wednesday – Passionate About Kisses
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Sweet Pea brought up his failed attempt to kiss his playmate, Carlie, again last night at dinner.

"I tried, but she didn't like it," he said with resignation. "She only likes kissing other girls."

My husband and I exchanged amused looks.

"That could explain why she likes playing with his helicopter and his cars," Jeff said. Sweet Pea and Carlie constantly bicker about whose turn it is to play with his toys.

"In that case, I'll let you be the one to explain to him that he's barking up the wrong tree," I said. I turned back to Sweet Pea. "I think Carlie's daddy told her that kissing boys is yucky and that she shouldn't do it."

"But why?"

How do I explain to him that the fathers of daughters, all former boys and young men themselves, do not trust boys and young men at all as far as their little girls are concerned? The warnings to stay away from boys seem to start when their little princesses are still in diapers. Of course, Sweet Pea is harmless at the age of 4. Heck, he doesn't even know why he wants to kiss Carlie at all, he just knows that he does. But as he grows from fawn to healthy young buck in the next decade and a half, no father of any daughter his age will think of him as anything other than trouble waiting to happen.

"Is Carlie your friend?" I asked him.

"No." He paused, considering. "Well, maybe a little."

"Then why do you want to kiss her?"

"I don't know. I like kisses."

"But Carlie doesn't."

"Well, she only likes kisses from other girls," he reminded me sadly.

"Some girls are like that, Sweet Pea. If she doesn't change her mind eventually, I bet you can still play with helicopters together."

He sighed. "Yeah, we can."


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I was shown a version of this folk poem when I was growing up, and the saga of Sweet Pea and Carlie and the kiss brings it to mind. Maybe I should pass it along to Carlie's father, to back up what he has already told her.

Beware of boys with eyes of blue,
They kiss you once and ask for two;

Beware of boys with eyes of eyes of brown,
They kiss you once then let you down;

Beware of boys with eyes of gray,
They kiss you once then run away;

Beware of boys with eyes of black,
They kiss you once and won't come back;

Beware of boys with eyes of green,
They kiss you once and let you dream.

My dear, you'll know all kinds of joys -
If only you beware of boys!

Comments

[rottzilla069.livejournal.com]

I love this poem!! So cute! Also, Sweet Pea and his girl-trouble are just too darn cute too. He sounds adorable.

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Well, I like to think he's adorable, but I may be a teensy bit biased. Wait, no I'm not. He absolutely is. Thank you! ^_^

I wasn't prepared for the idea that he might have girl problems so soon, as in before elementary school. Rejection isn't easy to take at any age, I guess.

[simplecity2htwn.livejournal.com]

Now would be an ideal time to explain the pitfalls of being infatuated with a woman who will never be yours. LoL

Poor fella.

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Hopefully, this is just a fluke with him and not a lifetime pattern he's gonna follow, chasing women who don't want him.

Knowing the pitfalls of unrequited love before hand has never prevented anyone from falling into that treacherous pit. Whenever a woman says no, and a man hears "Keep trying," and often as not they tumble headfirst into the abyss.

[simplecity2htwn.livejournal.com]

That's because women do not provide any sort of consistency. Far too many women tell stories of how they weren't interested in a guy at first, but he kept on trying, and finally won them over, and here they are 50 years later, still in love....blah blah blah.

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Just as many women have stories about filing restraining orders on would-be suitors. I guess it's a 50-50 shot.

[martina-d.livejournal.com]

LOL! He is so earnest, isn't he. :) I like the poem, too.

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

That he is.

A friend of mine passed me that poem to me in a note when we were both teenagers, but I don't know where she got it (she wasn't the creative sort to make it up herself). I've come across different versions of it from time to time. If you can trust the poem the only safe boys are ones with eyes of hazel, if only because nothing really rhymes with that color.

[jenelycam.livejournal.com]

Poor sweet pea. It sucks when little girls listen to their daddies, huh? ;P

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

His good fortune lies in that by the time he gets old enough to understand why he wants to kiss girls so much, they will be at an age where they don't listen to their daddies anymore.

Nature has set up this system to ensure the survival of the species, much to the chagrin of daddies everywhere.