The May Queen has decided, as is her way, that we are having a contest. Well, to her everything is a contest or a race, but this is one I am actually happy to participate in. She has decided that we are having a contest to see who can kiss the other one more times before she gets to be an adult. This means that I am in for marathon kissing sessions. Often involving giggles. Tonight she was kissing me to the tune of Jingle Bells (which turned into this very funny little hand patting game which only seems logical in the dark folds of a twin bed post lights out and after being kissed to the tune of Jingle Bells). I kissed her back to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
Anytime I give her a kiss she insists on giving me dozens to match it. It's awful, I tell you. By all appearances I am losing this contest.
Although I don't think there IS a loser in such a contest.
And shhh... don't tell her, but I think of all the times I kissed her when she was a baby and couldn't kiss back.... and well, she still has a long way to go to beat ME.