Gonna Kiss a Boy Named Wad.

Bridget is so sophisticated these days.

This is a picture of her doing her homework tonight.

Today after school Bridget and I went to the library to hang out for a little while. We ended up staying there longer than I had intended. We were having fun taking quizes out of various American Girl magazines and reading about horses. As we were driving home Bridget started asking me when she was old enough to kiss boys. I told her she wasn't allowed to kiss boys until a later date and I would let her know when it was allowed. I was a little uncomfortable and she could tell so she kept pressing on to get a rise out of me. She started teasing me, saying that she was going to start kissing boys tomorrow and I told her that I would cut her hair short like a boy's if I caught her kissing. It became a game and as we drove along Wadsworth Blvd. Bridget announced that she was going to kiss a boy named Wad. We started laughing because I told her that I didn't think that it was a good idea to kiss anyone named "Wad" no matter if you were old enough to kiss or not. I told her that when I heard the name Wad it reminded me of neighborhood boys calling each other butt wads and it made me think of spit wads. Bridget thought that was funny and said that she would call him "Wad Dear" so that

it wouldn't sound so bad.