So, we have a game that is played in our house called, “The Kissing Monster”. What it consists of is Daddy putting on his shaving creme to shave and then somehow, the shaving creme transforms him into the kissing monster. A monster who needs kisses. All of the kids love it when the kissing monster comes out, they enjoy being chased all around the house until finally one of them trips and falls or is cornered by the monster, only to be given his or her freedom. Isabel is actually quite appalled at the idea of being kissed by me when I have shaving creme on, it’s not something she considers sanitary. In fact, her usual response is, “Daddy, that’s icky!” She still however, loves being chased, they all do.
Recently though, I did notice they weren’t taking the kissing monster as serious as usual. My only guess as to why, is the fact that every time I corner one, I don’t give them a kiss, but just let them go. I realized this kind of favortism was belittling the kissing monster’s frightful status. Something had to be done, an example had to be made and the boy was going to be my pawn. You see, not only is Logan tougher than the girls, (he can handle a shaving creme kiss now and then without freaking out) his size at this age makes him not as fast. He’s an easy target, sort of like the gazelle being chased by a predator, they always look for the slow ones and Logan just isn’t that fast yet. I can chase him down easily. I’ll never forget the look on the girls faces when the kissing monster had Logan cornered and actually gave him a big shaving creme kiss! Trinity, Faith and Bell all looked somewhat shocked when I let our little boy get up with the whole side of his face covered in shaving creme. They had mixed looks of awe and terror on their faces. Bell was completely mortified by the idea of actually being kissed by my shaving creme face, the whole concept of such an ordeal is not only appalling, but completely and totally out of the question for her. Suddenly, Daddy’s kissing monster was a real threat, needless to say they all fled upstairs to their rooms where they could lock me out. The kissing monster had once again regained his fearful status that had been enjoyed for so many years.
Logan’s reaction was to just get up and wipe his face with his hand. He really is a pretty tough little boy. The truth is, Logan seems to be growing faster than many of his piers that we come into contact with. This can mostly be seen in the gym’s playroom. In fact, just the other day Misti and I witnessed something that I really don’t believe either of us have forgotten. We dropped Logan off in the gym’s childcare area and then went over to the two way mirror to watch Logan play for a few minutes. We wanted to make sure he wouldn’t cry and to see how he interacted with the other kids. There was another little boy in there that came up to about Logan’s shoulders. For no apparent reason, Logan pushed the boy down and then took his toy. I just put my hand to my face and looked shyly over at Misti, she didn’t have that, “I’m so proud of him!” look on her face either. It was more of a, “I can’t believe he just did that!” type of look. The little boy was not happy about it, but it seemed like he knew that somehow, Logan ran things around here and that messing with him was not an option. Sort of like how a mob boss doesn’t mess with the Godfather. On the other side of that little boy though, was a little girl. She was playing happily on a toy you push around with your legs. After being man-handled by Logan, this little boy, and he was so very little, seemed to decide that he needed to regain his manhood and pushed the little girl right off her toy and took it away. She just sat there with a complete look of shock on her face and all I could think about was how our little boy was the one who originally ignited these events to take place. Is he the Godfather of the playroom, I don’t really know, he does however seem to exhort an arrogance when he walks around that portrays he is running the show. I haven’t actually seen any other kids challenge him, and like all successful Godfathers, I have a feeling he has some muscle behind him somewhere that is backing him up. You know, some entirely awkward kid ten times the size of his age, an enforcer whom everyone is afraid of, except Logan that is, because Logan really just doesn’t seem to be afraid of anything right now, not even a shaving creme covered kissing monster!