The other night I was tucking Jachin in, sitting on the side of his bed, talking about the day. I held his hand and scratched his back. Then, just before I stood up, I lift his hand and kissed it.

“Ugg,” he said, wiping his hand on his blanket. “Don’t kiss me romantically.”

“That’s romantically?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “It’s how fancy men kiss women.”

“Umm…Ok.”

And I pictured myself as a fancy man helping Jachin (pictured here are a fair maiden) dismount from his sidesaddle perch atop a tall horse. Before romantically kissing his gloved hand.

I guess he had a point.

So now everything in this house (pertaining to Jachin) is threatened to be done in a romantic fashion. Such as “Go do your homework or else I’ll hug you romantically”,  or “Stop teasing your sister before I punch you romantically”. And without fail, these romantic threats are met with a frightened yelp by Jachin, followed by swift compliance.

Who knew that being romantic could get such results?

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1. Hey, if it works, it’s well worth it!

   Comment by Joan — August 26, 2009 @ 6:49 am

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