In Ecuador Wonder Boy and I went for lunch in a posh café on the third floor of a beautiful old building in Quito, next door to the presidential palace. We ate like a king and queen, mainly because we had no idea how large the portions of food we were ordering were, and drank local brew and wine. Off on one corner of the balcony there was a local man playing a keyboard and on the balcony below us we could see a jewelry vendor and diners in another restaurant. A lovely setting for lunch.
Two tables in front of us were a mother and father eating with their two very cute children. The kids were happily clacking away on an antique typewriter that was propped up on a shelf near them and were having a glorious time not eating their food. It was cute.
Apparently the scene was so cute that the when the little girl, about 5-tears-old, climbed into her mother’s lap the mother felt an intense desire to kiss her. On the lips. With tongue.
That’s right, I saw a mom French kiss her daughter with exposed tongue.
Someday that child will write into an advice column or spend a lot of time on a shrink’s couch. You know it.
