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Yesterday, M was about to leave with my dad to go pick up the last load of our stuff from that place we used to live. He came in to kiss me first and tell me goodbye.
"Ewww! That's disgusting!" my niece said in that tone that only a ten-year-old can manage.
"Yep," I said, "it was really gross. You should never, ever kiss a boy like that because it's really nasty." (This is the socially responsible thing for an aunt to tell her niece, the one who has the boyfriend and did you hear me say that she was ten?)
"If it's so gross, why do you do it then?" my clever little niece retorts, rolling her eyes.
I paused for a moment, trying to come up with a smart answer to that. My mom chose that moment to speak up. "Because her mama didn't raise her right."
"Ewww! That's disgusting!" my niece said in that tone that only a ten-year-old can manage.
"Yep," I said, "it was really gross. You should never, ever kiss a boy like that because it's really nasty." (This is the socially responsible thing for an aunt to tell her niece, the one who has the boyfriend and did you hear me say that she was ten?)
"If it's so gross, why do you do it then?" my clever little niece retorts, rolling her eyes.
I paused for a moment, trying to come up with a smart answer to that. My mom chose that moment to speak up. "Because her mama didn't raise her right."
