Chatty Baby, Pudding & Pie . . .

. . . 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.

CB