All of that was so that you would know a little background on Avery's owie problem lately. She has them around 5,000 times per day, and every single time she MUST HAVE A KISS. NOW.
Today, we're in TJ Maxx. I have both girls in the double stroller, and we're perusing the kitchen area for some glass containers. Avery had been constantly fidgeting with the buckle that goes between her legs to keep her strapped in, and must have pulled kind of hard, because suddenly my daughter was screaming:
"MAMA KISS MY BOTTOM! MAMA KISS MY BOTTOM! OWIE ON MY BOTTOM! MAMA KISS IT! MAMA KISS IT!"
It was quite lovely. I tried to explain that it's not really okay for Mama to kiss her bottom, let alone for anyone to kiss her bottom, but I don't think she quite got it. I'm surprised child services didn't appear from somewhere to ask us a few questions after that one.
I foresee many years of embarrassing situations ahead, and I think they're about to begin.