So... I was 17 when I got my first kiss.
Lily wasn't even 17 months!
She was 7... SEVEN!
At first it was just joyful playing. I touch you, you touch me. I take away your toy, you take away mine. And then it started to get quite physical.
This was in Relief Society, and even though Lily didn't mind all the attention that she got - it was quite a distraction for everyone in the room. Their was this lady just whopping in the back, another was cackling, one was snorting. I was crying, the other mother's stomach hurt from laughing. The only person not amused: the teacher.
So it was just destiny when the missionaries asked me to go visiting with them and we got to visit this adorable little boy again.
Lily didn't seem to mind either.
1 comment:
Oh my word. SO CUTE!!! I love it!!
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