The Kiss Attack

“You’ve got to talk to your daughter,” Master9 told Tracey this week. He was referring to Miss6. “She’s annoying me at soccer. It’s embarrassing.”

I wasn’t surprised. She has two left feet.

But one of the things we’ve been loving lately is how Master9 always picks his little sister first when they’re deciding teams for lunch time soccer in the playground. Any kid who chooses family first over a chance to have the best player on his team gets my vote.

“What’s going on?” Tracey asked him, expecting to hear about poor soccer skills.

It was nothing like that.

“She runs up behind me and jumps on my back and gives me a kiss!”

“Aww, that’s nice,” said Tracey.

Our youngest son just shook his head. “You don’t understand,” he told his mum.

But she soon would.

“Nooo!” I heard Tracey laugh behind me a day later. We were in the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

Miss10 and I spun around to see what was happening just as Master9 flung back his chair and pointed, “That’s what I’m talking about! That’s what she does when she jumps on my back at school!”

Miss6 had Tracey in a vice grip and was planting a loooooong kiss on her mum, which was behaving like a car someone had forgotten to release the handbrake on. As in, there was a lot of noise (in this case ‘mmmmmmmm’) but nothing was moving.

“No more!” giggled Tracey, breaking the seal and pushing Miss6 off her. “What are you doing?”

“Kissing,” grinned Miss6.

“You see what I mean,” said Master9. “It’s embarrassing in front of my friends.”

“What are you worried about?” said Miss10, entering the conversation. “When she sees me at school she does that but to my butt!”

“You win,” said Tracey and Master9 in unison. 

But Miss10 disagreed. “I think you mean I lose.”

Fair point, don’t you think?

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“Raising a family on little more than laughs.”