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It's Better to Kiss

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I admit I have been postponing to write about a K-word because the word that keeps popping out of my head is the word kill, LOL. I wonder why? Kill is such a strong word and so negative. I've got to write something positive, right?


Say, a kiss


My daughter, when she was over one, liked to give me kisses anytime. Several times, while she sat on the shopping cart facing me (as we waited in line to pay) she'd ask for a kiss.

"Mommy!"

She'd stick out her lips like 2 inches out even monkeys would think she was exaggerating. She was so cute, everybody looked and smiled. Of course, I had to meet hers with my lips and kiss her.

I tell her this now and ask her why she doesn't give me that kind of kisses anymore and she just laughs.

This is the sort of memories I try to recall when she annoys me so much (as a teen being difficult), that I want to kill her. Ooops, here I go again with the word "kill."

Just kidding!
ABC Wednesday

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  1. When my daughter was a teenager I wasn't sure if she was going to kill me or I was going to kill her (kidding), but now we are the very closest of friends. They are trying years as girls develop their independence and yet still need their mother's guidance. I know that when she is a little bit older you will look back on these times and laugh. You can still give her a kiss when she falls asleep! :-)

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    1. I would but I'm afraid I'd wake her up from her angelic sleep. :)

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