Her eyes lit up. "Are you going to kiiiiiiiiiiiiss?"
"I don't know," I responded. "Do you think Daddy will try to kiss me?"
She nodded. "He might. We are family, you know."
I suppose I should be glad we've progressed from the days when she was certain she would grow up and marry her father. I know every little girl goes through that phase but it is a little bit oogie, if I'm being honest here. Propriety is slowly building, I suppose. She often asks us to look away while she is changing her clothes. Of course, I could be wrong about the propriety thing. The other night I gave her a bath and afterward she was monkeying around in her room. While still completely naked, she laid on her back on the floor, pulled her feet up behind her head, and said, "I'll have to show Daddy that I can do this!" I delicately suggested that she might want to wear some drawers before striking that pose for her father.
So anyway, we went on our date and had a lot of fun. We went out to dinner and then sat at an outside bar and listened to a local musician. When we got home, it was around 10 p.m. I checked on my sleeping daughter and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Good-night, baby girl," I whispered. "I love you."
Her eyes popped open. "Did he kiss you?" I laughed and told her to go back to sleep.
I'm starting to think she watches too many Disney moves. Her head is filled with princes and princesses and kisses that have the power to save lives and kingdoms alike. I climbed into my bed and turned on "Lockup" (cuz I'm classy like that). My other half eventually wandered in, kissed me good-night and said, "Okay, I gotta finish watching Shutter Island in the other room." I know, the romance of it brings a tear to the eye, doesn't it? I just hope I don't get locked in any towers any time soon, because I'm pretty sure I'm S.O.L.