You Are My Sweetheart
Hug. Hug. Kiss. Kiss. Smooch. Smooch.
YUCK!
Being four, he does not want to even think about that stuff
until his grandma comes into the room.
You are my sweetheart! He yells, wanting her all to himself.
He holds her head steady, so she can only look at him.
Can I look at your sister? She asks him.
Hug. Hug. Kiss. Kiss. Smooch. Smooch.
The answer is no apparently.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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