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Jul. 29th, 2009 03:16 pmWednesday – 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?"
( You Shall Know All Kinds Of Joys, If Only You'll Beware Of Boys.* )
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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?"
( You Shall Know All Kinds Of Joys, If Only You'll Beware Of Boys.* )
