This is not your usual kiss and tell tale.
This is again, about my inquisitive son, Kayil.
One time, my hubby was complaining to me that I did not allow him to go out for a car wash.
Defensively, I said, I actually allowed him to go but he just did not hear me. My very logical (almost like a lawyer) son asked us the details of the incident.
He goes on with his questions, like, where are we when I told him he can. If we were near each other or if I am downstairs and Daddy is upstairs. Where is our exact location. (If not for his charming eyes, I would have thought we were in a court room) He asked if I was sitting or standing. What are we doing on the said time? Are we just talking? Are we embracing each other? Are we kissing?
Foolishly I told him we were kissing…
Paused for a while..
And shockingly said:
You cannot talk while kissing!
poop!
