Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Sitting in a tree

Dear Henry,

Let's be clear: I was your official first kiss, just minutes after you were born. And I promise to remind you of that often when you are older at all the most inappropriate moments.

And of course you've had about a million other kisses in your lifetime: daddy, the dogs, grandparents, aunts, etc. There have even been a few with your cousin, though I promise to keep that a secret, and I definitely won't tell the whole internet.

But most of them, you needed a little prodding. Do you want to give her a kiss, Henry? How about a smoochie, Hank? And then you lean in with your adorable little "kiss" face.

And these aren't what one would consider a "real" first kiss because relatives don't count.

But I thought you'd like to know the story of your first official kiss.

It occurred on October 5, 2012 at around noon. Some would call the following event foreshadowing. I'll have to keep you posted on that.

We went to this place called the Treehouse. It's sort of like Discovery Zone (even though that was way before your time,) where everything is made of foam. There are a bunch of over/under obstacles, rope bridges and a gazillion children who clearly ate bowlfuls of sugar for breakfast and lunch that day. Super fun from a kid's perspective. A semi-nightmare in the eyes of a parent.

Anyways, you are still a little small to go in the big kid section by yourself. So I went with you. Up and through the obstacles to get to the slide and down. Again and again.

And that's where it happened.

We came through a yellow and green rope tunnel and there was a little girl who was probably a little older than two.

"Hi," she said to you.
"Hi," you said back.
"This is Henry," I told her.
"Hi Henry," she said. She may have also batted her eyelashes. But it could have been my imagination.

An adorable, innocent conversation between toddlers. You were smiling at each other, and since she seemed harmless, I turned around to help the little girl we came with get through an obstacle.

I turned back around and there you were: lip locked with this little brunette.

"Henry!" I exclaimed, a little shocked.

You pulled away and you both grinned. She giggled.

No one encouraged that kiss, you both just went for it. And to be clear you both had leaned in. You totally met halfway.

Just two little love birds sitting in a tree.

We didn't catch that little brunette's name, and we didn't see her again after that (oh, the one that got away...)

I just thought you'd like to know.


P.S. You aren't allowed in tree houses with girls until you are married.

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