I love to kiss my husband.
There. Now all the world knows this little juicy fact. (or rather, the small part of the world that reads this little blog)
I also love to shock my children.
Our little first-grader, soon to be second-grader, is the most fun to shock. Logan is seven years old, thinks he knows the answers to everything, must think through every subject thoroughly, and hates kissing. In fact, if he sees Lowell’s arms going around me, he runs and hides. All while making all the usual gagging noises.
He claims that if he sees us getting within five inches of each other, he knows what’s going to happen. I personally think that’s a little exaggerated.[pullquote]Do you know how much fun it is to be in a closet with your husband and have five kids searching all over the house for you?[/pullquote]
One day Lowell and I found ourselves in the walk-in closet that also doubles as the office. We must have had bills or business stuff to talk about, but that soon got over with. Do you know how much fun it is to be in a closet with your husband and have five kids searching all over the house for you? Now that’s fun.
But then a wicked idea popped into my head when I heard Logan calling for me from the living room.
I told Lowell, “Quick! Let’s be kissing when he opens the door!” He grinned. I took that as a yes. I just love having a partner-in-crime. Calling Logan, we heard him coming and commenced to kissing.
Then the door opened.
And we heard a noise that resembled a gasp, choke, and scream erupt from our seven-year-old! I didn’t think a person could die just from watching someone kiss . . . but from the sound he made, we half-expected to find him on the floor. Shrieking, he ran from the room like his tail was on fire!
And we just laughed. What awful parents to traumatize a child and thoroughly enjoy it!
I tell him he will recover by the time he’s twenty and some pretty girl comes by.