. . . kissed the boys and made them cry. It was a little kiss, that’s all. I don’t know what all the fuss was about. They should man-up if you ask me, and get on with it. No need to sit there and bawl! Anyone would think I’d bitten them! I was only being affectionate! The ladies at nursery told Mummy “flirtatious,” but I think that has connotations and puts me in a bad light. What’s a little love between friends? I think they were all surprised I can tell the difference between boys and girls and my age.
I don’t kiss girls. I paint them, but the only girl that gets a proper Chatty Baby Smacker is Mummy. And Dolly, if you count her. Girls can have cuddles, but I like to kiss boys. I won’t be palmed off with a bit of cheek or hair, either. I tried to kiss all the boys in the baby room at nursery, and I very nearly managed it! It’s mostly unrequited, but I gather you have to kiss quite a few frogs in life so I thought I’d start early. I don’t know how many “a few” is and hey, I had a bit of time on my hands. I hear it’s “cute” while I’m little, but when I become A Big Girl I think there’s another word for it and Daddy’s told me he’ll lock me away if he ever hears my name and that word in the same sentence.
I did find a very charming young man who didn’t take offence at my version of Kiss Chase. Each of us was sitting on a knee of our key carer. I hugged him and sat back, then he hugged me and sat back. It went on for ages, and I loved it. Mummy says he’s gorgeous, too. Just don’t tell Daddy.