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Kelly laughed and leaned her head against me.

"Daddy! I'm being serious. Mom just says that. She doesn't really think it."

I took a deep breath.

"Well, baby, a lot of it depends on the young man."

"Key word, there, young?"

"Can be. Is that what's been bothering you this week? Is David clumsy?"

"Clumsy isn't the word, Daddy. He acts all nervous and everything, and his palms get sweaty when he tries to hold hands with me. He gets fumble fingered, trying to hold hands with me. And, ohmigosh, when he..."

She stopped and looked up at me, her eyes fixed hard on me.

"What, sweetie?"

"I don't want to make you mad."

"You're not going to make me mad, sweetie."


I nodded and smiled and she bit her lip and pulled her hand from mine to slip it through my arm.

"He kissed me."

I nodded my head from side to side.

"I knew a boy was going to kiss you sooner or later, baby."

She shook her head and looked away for a second before tilting it to look back at me.

"So you're not upset?"

"Should I be?"

"I guess not."

We resumed walking, and Kelly had the demeanor of someone whose balloon had been popped.

"He kisses really clumsy, Daddy."

I laughed again.

"It's not funny, Daddy. His lips are almost like wet noodles, and his mouth, he holds it like this..."

Kelly contorted her face, her mouth open in a comical, yet almost obscene manner, and I laughed again.

"No he doesn't."

"Close," she said, rolling her eyes. "And his tongue..."

I know I wasn't helping at all because I couldn't stop laughing and I could tell she was starting to get mad.

"What about his tongue, sweetie?"

"I thought he was trying to stick it down my throat."

I nodded and shook my head.

"Sweetie, sometimes you can teach your partner how to kiss, and sometimes you can't."

"Teach my partner how to kiss?"

"Some people don't respond well to criticism, so you have to be careful, but sometimes you can say things, like, 'this is the way I want you to hold my hand,' or 'this is the way I want you to hug me,' or..."

"'This is the way I want you to kiss me.'"

I nodded. "And then you hold their hand, hug them or kiss them in the manner you want them to do the same thing to you. Sometimes the young man is going to be nervous because of how pretty you are and the fact that he doesn't want to make mistakes, which is going to happen anyway."

We walked on silently for a few more moments.

"Did mom teach you how to kiss?"

"No, if memory serves, your mother and I had that all figured out before we met. There were other things she taught me, and that I taught her."

"Like what, Daddy?"

"Things you don't need to know yet," I said, brushing my finger against her nose and making her smile.

We walked on for a few more minutes, reached a turn-around point, and were just about to start walking back when Kelly grabbed my arm with both hands.


"Yes, baby?"

"Will you teach me how to kiss?"

I looked into her eyes, flecks of light glistening as her eyes darted across my face.

"You want me to teach you how to kiss?"

She nodded her head slowly and licked her lips.

"How am I supposed to know how to kiss if nobody teaches me?"

"Sweetheart, it's not that big of a deal."

"It is to me, Daddy."

"And, anyway, I'm sure you'll meet some boy who..."

"Daddy... I don't want to learn how to kiss from some boy who might not have a clue what he's doing. I'm already there. I want you to teach me."

"I don't know, sweetie. Your mother..."

"Mom would want you to. Isn't that the whole reason you and I go out like this? So that I'll know what to do when I'm out on my own?"

And just that quickly, my little girl had turned my very own rationale for being out with her around on me.

"Mom and I've talked about it a bit, too, Daddy."

"You have?" She and her mother had talked about kissing boys, or about me teaching her how to kiss?

Kelly nodded.

"She says you're a very good kisser."

"Your mother is a pretty good kisser, herself."

I took a deep breath as I felt my heart starting to race.

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