It happened. My baby has become a man. And get this: She’s OLDER!
So, Huck had his first kiss at 1o months, so what? So he’s clearly a ladies man, is what! And obviously, he’s quite the catch if he’s attracting the eye of older, more sophisticated ladies. Ladies of nearly three! Yep, what a catch, am I right?
My little brother had his first kiss when he was in kindergarten. Seems prudent, yes? I remember the day clearly, because at the time even I hadn’t been kissed yet. Say what? No, I know, it’s a travesty, I know.
(After the jump, I’m spilling the beans about how old I was when I had my first kiss. It’s pathetic.)
Drum roll please . . .
I was seventeen.
Sad, I know.
So, yes. My baby was 10 months old. I’m calling that an improvement in genetics! Right? And yes, you can congratulate me all you want, it’s quite the accomplishment on my end. (But no more kisses for a while, okay Huckleys? I mean, I knew a guy in college who’d kissed 118 girls? And that was quite a turn off. So let’s not get carried away or anything, shall we?)
How old were you when you had your first kiss?