Morning Kisses… Stashed in Armpits
“Sshhhh… mummy.” Fidge whispers and giggles.
“Don’t tell Daddy. I have his mowawning kiss.”
“Oh, you sneaky girl. Where?”
“I’m gonna yet you have it.”
Fidge lifts her little arm and with her other hand appears to pick something from her armpit.
“Heeahw. I’m giving it to you. Don’t tehawh Daddy.” She presses her empty hand, fresh from armpit, to my lips.
My lone girl child and I share a secretive giggle. I try not to feel guilty that today dad will not find his morning kiss. Cuz I have it…










