I have read such books as "The Book of Kisses" by William Cane and "The Kissing Book" (author I can't remember), but never before have I encountered someone as creative with kissing as my daughter.
It all started with Eskimo and Butterfly kisses. I was showing her that there are fun little kisses to be had if you sit really still. She had a lot of fun with those, learning how to perfect moving her eyelashes against skin and rubbing noses.
But then... she got bored.
She started inventing other kisses.
For instance, there is the elephant kiss, which involves rubbing your hair against that of another's. There is the hippo kiss, which involves pursing your lips, moving them around, while kissing. There is the pig kiss, which is rubbing your ears together. The bunny kiss, which is rubbing your foreheads together. The frog kiss, which is the very difficult move of rubbing your necks together, and lastly, the heart kiss, which for whatever reason she has decided that this involves rubbing, not your heart together, but your shoulders.
After all that, I have to ask, is a kiss really still just a kiss?
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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