Hey Dad, do you know what a French kiss is?
This little story is going to be hard to put into words, it would be so much easier if you could have experienced what I did…
Gabe says, “Dad, do you know what a French kiss is?” completely out of the blue. Liv’s sitting with me on the big chair and he’s with his Mom on the couch. We’re watching America’s Funniest Videos. People falling off trampolines and getting hit in the crotch; you know, AFV at its finest.
Suddenly, we’ve moved on. Liv wants to go first: “It’s like this, you just kiss with your mouth wide open”. She leans in and I get a demonstration. I’m nervous as how to creepy this is going to get, but its innocent. Just a kiss with my daughter with our mouths WIDE open. She then proceeds to tell me that on TV some people turn their heads when they French kiss. Again, she shows me how. So far, so good.
Gabe’s turn. HE knows that French kissing is regular kissing, then touching tongues with the other person. Eager to show off his worldly knowledge, he leans in, gives Beth a quick peck, then goes back in with his tongue sticking out like he’s taunting someone. The look on Beth’s face is priceless! Hilarious!
Liv thinks the whole thing is gross, and we of course do nothing to correct their assumptions. The definition of good parenting: Sometimes the best answers to hard questions are the ones they make up themselves. I get such a kick watching them figure the world out, bit by bit.