I’m telling Charlie about mine and Elysha’s first kiss when I see him grimace.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “You don’t need to kiss anyone unless you want to, and besides, you’re way too young to be kissing someone anyway.”
“Dad,” he says, sounding exasperated. “I’m old enough to kiss girls. I could kiss girls if I wanted to. I just don’t want to.”
So there you have it. My six year-old son is apparently plenty old enough to kiss a girl if he’s so inclined.
After a brief conversation about consent (to which he rolled is eyes and said, “Of course”), I ran to my computer to record our interaction word-for word.
If he gets married someday, I have my first bit of material for my speech.
