It was just another average Thursday afternoon for me as I waited for my boys at the bus stop. But all of that changed as soon my oldest ran off the bus exclaiming “Mom! Guess what?”
My youngest gave Robert the stink eye, “You promised not to tell!”
My interest peaked, “What did you do now?”
Robert exclaimed, “Alex kissed a girl!”
My face went pale and I thought my six year old kissed a girl. This can’t be happening. I tried to keep cool surely there was a misunderstanding. My boys don’t kiss girls. I needed details, had to assess the situation, and ensure it would never happen again until he was thirty.
“Did you kiss a girl Alex?”
“I don’t want to talk about it!”
“You have to talk about it. I’m your mother.”
“I don’t want to tell.”
“It’s okay honey. You are not in trouble. Just tell me about it.”
His face went another shade of red, “I don’t want to talk about it!”
At this point, I needed info, who, what, when, and where? He wasn’t budging and if he had his way he would never talk about it again. I knew this moment was my only window of opportunity and I pulled out my skill tool box – communicating with children 101.
“Mommy will buy you a slushy if you tell me.”
His eyes lit up and I could tell my bribe was about ready to work.
“Fine! I’ll tell you! But only if you don’t tell anyone else! Especially Dad!”
I crossed my fingers and agreed it would be our secret.
“So when did this happen?”
His face went to another shade of red and mumbled, “Just now! On the bus.”
“Oh! Well who was it?”
“Do I have to tell?”
“Yes if you want that slushy.”
“Fine! It was Lexi! She kissed me good-bye when I was getting ready to get off the bus! Can I have my slushy?”
“Not yet, what did you do?”
“I looked at her, told her DON’T, and ran off the bus! Please! Can I have my slushy?”
It was at that moment my little six year old looked mortified that he had to have this discussion with his mother. I took deep breath, feeling relieved, my son was no Rico Suave. And exclaimed “Slushy Time!”