PDA! PDA! turn your head the other way . . .

that's PDA as in "public display of affection,"
not "personal data assistant."
(or whatever it is that other PDA stands for)

so i kissed two different boys today.
well, i should say i was kissed by two boys.
but it wasn't my fault.

the first kiss was from aaron. age 5. pictured here, standing to my left. you would think he would be standing a bit closer, since he was about to kiss me and all.

(today was the lunar new year celebration and birthday party at my school, so it was playtime all day and the kids wore the traditional korean dress again, the hanbok.)



i was puffing out my cheeks, like i do all the time, expecting to get two little fists to the face at which point i would produce a raspberry *pthbbb* sound, earning myself some giggles, and perhaps a face full of kid spit in return.

instead i got a big, fat smooch right in the kisser. whoa. did anyone else see that? no one? okay good . . . tra la la, i'm going to go stand over here now.

aaron is new to this whole, school/teacher/student thing.

i was more guarded for the rest of the day, lest another child be overcome with the holiday spirit and lay another one on me. it seems i was not guarded enough. after stuffing my face with lots of birthday cake, i spent the last half of the afternoon watching "a bug's life" in a dark room (there's my mistake right there) with a bunch of kids, half asleep.

jason, age 6, pictured below:




was asleep in my lap. or so i thought . . . as soon as the movie ended, he turned around, looked me right in the eyes, blinked a big blink, grabbed my cheeks, said "Erin! I love you!" and kissed me before i even knew what was happening.

once again i feel that i would never survive an american kindergarten.
i would be fired and then tell my story on oprah.
but it wasn't my fault!