Elisabeth wanted fifty kisses from me before I left. She can't count to fifty, so she had no idea how many kisses that was. I gave her fifty kisses. Twenty percent of them landed on her teeth because she kept saying the number as I kissed her. Then I decided to go for the cheeks until she couldn't count any higher. That happened at 17. Has anyone ever wanted fifty kisses from you?
Sarah Jo
Thursday, December 29, 2005
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