The look of horror on my son’s face was immensely satisfying.
“Come on,” I told him. “You know the rules.”
“Do I have to?” he asked, looking around.
I was delivering the kids to school and insisting on kisses as they exited the car. Usually this isn’t a problem. But for some reason Master10 chose this day to get all icky about it.
I was pleased about that.
Nothing makes me happier than embarrassing my children.
I made a big show of puckering up, and was rewarded with an even more horrified facial expression.
“Come on,” I said far more loudly than was necessary. “Give us a kiss.”
I could almost hear his brain working. And, I swear, I could hear his brain high-fiving itself when he came up with an excuse which would see him free of this reputation ruining ritual.
“No kissing at school, Dad,” he blurted out before running off. “It’s a rule!”
“Raising a family on little more than laughs”
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