I was feeding Sophia lunch yesterday when Bella hurt herself. She scrambled over towards me for her usual make-it-better kiss, mumbling that she’d hurt her tongue.
I could see where that was going and tried to head it off at the pass: “I’ll kiss your mouth but not your tongue. I don’t kiss tongues. No, close your mouth. I don’t kiss tongues.”
Bella, mollified by a kiss near her mouth and taking this lesson to heart: “What do big girls do?”
Me: “I don’t know. What do big girls do?”
Bella: “Big girls don’t kiss tongues.”
No, no they don’t. Big girls don’t kiss tongues. At least not my big girls.