Yesterday I was forced to drive the Camaro once again.  So, needless to say, my afternoon was already going down the drain!  I packed all three kids in like sardines and headed for home.  On the way I was caught completely off guard by my little girl! 

“Mama, do you know how to french kiss?” she asked.  I looked in the rear view mirror to make sure that was my seven year old little girl.  I am so not prepared for that conversation yet.  Especially not while driving an old Camaro packed to the brim down the four-lane highway.  Nor, do I want to have that conversation with both my kids at once.  I muster up as much courage as possible, and say, “Abbey, what on this earth are you talking about.”  You know, got to play it cool and pretend she is crazy for thinking there is something like that happening.  Much to my surprise she says, “Mama, you know exactly what I am talking about.  You had to learn that at school.”  What are they teaching my kids!  I just do not approve of teaching my kids anything that involves lips unless it’s eating. 

Then she says, “Tyler let’s show her.”  By then I’m finished being all nice mom.  I yell “NO!”  Then I look up to see them do the friendly French kiss…first right cheek then the left cheek!  WHEW….

I predict grey hair really soon!