Now, on to the story. As I’ve said in the past, we’re in for trouble when it comes to the munchkin and girls. He’s seven going on 17.
While he’s been commenting on “cute” girls for quite some time now, lately, he’s been asking specific questions about dating, boyfriends/girlfriends and kissing.
For example, the other day he asks (out of the blue, I might add), “When did Daddy first kiss you? How old we’re you?” Huh?
Now, the good thing with this is that we didn’t meet until well after school, which means my answer was 23. “Twenty-three?!?!” he answers, amazed. “Wow, that’s old.”
Yep. Of course, I didn’t bother to explain that people kiss a lot younger than that. He didn’t ask me when my first kiss was, and I wasn’t about to give him any ideas that kissing was something to undertake before your 20s! Lol! ;)
Oh yes, we’re in trouble. Stay tuned for the continuing saga.