My Little Poet

DearDR tells of this conversation he had while in the car with Monkey, on the way home from dinner (I was in the other car, with Bun):

DD (glancing back and seeing Monkey looking out the window): How do you feel?

M: I feel good.

DD: You feel good?

M: Yeah. Like kissed lips.

DD: Did you hear that somewhere?

M: No. I just made it up.

You may commence melting.