If you’re thinking, “Oh, no she didn’t” let me assure you that she did not. But it was a close thing.
Day Care Lady informed me today when I picked up the girls that she, DCL, had found Monkey and P (a 5-year-old boy) *this close* to kissing. She said I had to talk to Monkey because she, DCL, did not allow that.
When the children were separated and “talked to”, apparently Monkey’s response was, “But I’m four now.”
I am equally amused and distressed. I know that kissing at this age is all about curiousity and true like (Monkey and P geniunely like each other and are always looking out for each other at DCL’s) and being friends. I have one friend, now married with children, who says she doesn’t remember kissing boys at that age, but she does remember kissing girls.
When I told Monkey that she was not allowed to kiss P, she (inevitably) teared up. I simply told her that I know that she likes P, but she is not allowed to kiss boys yet. I also told her that I wasn’t mad (seems to be a concern of hers these days, whether DearDR and I are going to be mad at her).
And the entire time I had to keep a straight face when I felt like giggling. I’m so high school that way.
And that was it. She didn’t complain; she didn’t ask questions; she didn’t declare her undying love for her daycare Lothario.