“Mom, somebody kissed someutherbody in school, today,” my seven-year-old said as he closed the car door.
“Oh, really?” I said, turning to look at him. “That’s not good.”
“No it isn’t,” he said emphatically.
“Kids in your class?” I asked.
“M-hm,” he replied.
“Did you see it happen?” I pulled out of my parking place.
“No, they were in the tunnel slide.”
“Oh.” I said glancing in the rearview mirror.
“No one should be kissing anybody else in school,” I said, hoping he would agree.
“Yeah, I know. It’s gross… blehk! And its DAAN-gerous,” he said in a grave voice, “
I stifled a laugh and made eye-contact in the mirror. “Yes it is,” I agreed.