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I heard a contest on a radio show the other day… a quiz question, “what do mothers daydream about the most?” I listened as the moms called in, “a maid,” said one, “sleep,” said another. I had to jump out of the car and didn’t hear the official answer. But it got me thinking – what do I daydream about the most? A vacation, definitely up there. But on the top of the list – finding a partner…someone who loves Benjamin and I more than anything in the world. A maid would be nice too. Come to think of it, a maid/nanny might do the trick. I do have a spare room. Hmmmm….I wonder if she could sing some Christmas carols.

Okay this is weird. My son, is 20 months old. I guess he’s a toddler now, but I still call him a baby. Bear with me, I’m hanging on to his babyhood for as long as I can get away with it. He just learned how to kiss. The first time he pecked me on my lips. That was before I met Kris. Since then he has seen all kind of hugging, hand holding and all around sweet affections which include “adult kisses.” The day he got his first up close look at a real kiss, he was in his car seat. Kris and I were in the front seats of the car saying good bye. Good bye turned into a long and very enjoyable kiss. We like to kiss each other and after all, is it really that bad for Benjamin to see a happy couple? What’s the worst that could happen?

That night I go in for my good night Benjamin kiss. Instead of his sweet pucker, his mouth is open and he’s going for a real kiss. I don’t know how to explain it but it was clear – my baby was trying to make out with me. I immediately realize what’s going on and tell him, “no, no, like this.” I close my lips tight. He won’t have it. He wants to kiss like mommy and her boyfriend. Oh great. This is just great. You can imagine the “horrible mommy” thoughts I’m thinking.

The next day I tell Kris about it – we’re just going to have to peck in front of him, no more kissing. So from that day on, no more “adult kissing” in front of Benjamin. Kris and I make a point to pucker up and kiss like two old people. But we can’t help it and slip up a few times.