Picture a smiling little girl saying the following to her daddy. "There is a boy in the other first grade class who likes me and he kissed me. Eleanor and Shea told the teacher. He got in trouble."
Now imagine the slightly shocked (but inwardly happy that his daughter is telling him) daddy saying, "Where did he kiss you?"
Pleasantly oblivious little-girl, "On the cheek."
Slightly relieved, but still a bit concerned daddy, "And what was this boy's name? Did he get in trouble?"
Innocently answering little-girl, "Angus... Yes. Shea told Eleanor and Eleanor told the teacher. Angus got his name on the board."
Says daddy-who-will-be-following-up-on-this, "Was that okay for him to do?"
Happy and unconcerned little-girl, "No, it wasn't."
Even-more-relieved daddy, "So what boys are allowed to kiss you?"
Laughing little-girl, "Daddy and my brothers!"
I imagine I'm not doing it justice here, but the long and the short of it is that another first-grade boy kissed her on the cheek. She seemed somewhat pleased by the attention but understood that it wasn't right. We talked again about how Daddy is her man until she gets married. We discussed it a bit more but that's just for Signe and I.
I hope and pray that Signe will continue to be so forthright with Abby and I.
Abby's at a baby shower for Karsten tonight, Signe went with her, and I'm home with Zane and Gunnar, thanking God for His goodness, little boys who push you in a good way, little girls who love their daddies, and a wife with great discernment.