Kissing Girls

This morning as The Sass and I were conducting our super secret dance off/work out, the song "Take me on the Floor" by The Veronicas came on.

There is a part in the song where they sing, "...I wanna kiss a boy...I wanna kiss a girl..."

The Sass looks at me very seriously and says, "I've kissed a girl."

I look at her in amusement (and shock because she seems pretty "in love" with her "boyfriend" Logan).

Also, The Sass is 7 and I really don't want her kissing anyone, no matter the gender.

"Really?" I ask her.

"Yeah. I kiss YOU all the time and YOU are a girl," she giggles at me with sparkle-dusted magic as if I am the densest human on the planet.

I have to laugh.

I want to live in her sweet and magical world forever and poop butterflies and glitter speckled cupcakes.

I want to protect her from a world which will attack her perception of her world at this very moment and attempt to make her beautiful images ugly.

I want to take my world (and so many others') and see it through the eyes of this loving, tree-hugging, animal-worshiping, magic dispensing child goddess...

I want to stay in bed and hold her tight and let her goodness soak through my bones and make me whole.

Instead, I kiss my girl and we continue dancing and jumping around like fools, both secretly hoping the song will never end.