premarital

The other day, we were in a restaraunt; me and the boys. I had picked them up from camp late because lastborn had a field trip that he was not arriving back from until late. When we have these late camp nights, I'd rather go out than make them wait for me to fix something hot.

Lastborn had a sticker on his arm when I picked him up. I asked if he had put the sticker on his arm or if a friend had. His response was just "no."
"No?"
"No."
"Well, how did it get there?" (the obvious question)
"A girl put it on me."
"Oh, a girl put the sticker on you? Do you think maybe she did that because she likes you?"
"No. She just put the sticker on me."

So of course, Firstborn and I started picking on him.
"She must really like you." I said.
"I bet she wants to kiss you," Firstborn said.

Lastborn took all this pretty well with no anger or frustration. So Firstborn kept pushing until I had to pull him back a bit.

"You know, Firstborn," I said. "Girls are going to start being interested in you soon. What are you going to do if one of them wants to kiss you?"

Firstborn responded with great determination.

"Everyone knows, mom, that you don't kiss unless you have been going out for at least 4 years." He said.

"Oh. Is that how it works?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "And besides I believe in premarital."

Can you guess my response?




"What?" I spluttered, not quite controlling my reaction. And then, calming down a bit and taking a breath, I continued.

"Do you know what that means?"
"Sure."
"What do you think that means?"
"It means you don't kiss until after you are married."
"Is that right? OK. We'll go with that."