We were at the playground, and it's noisy with the kids playing and running around us. A grade one boy, Mike, came to talk to me.
Mike: Miss Ling, ... Emma (a grade two girl) ... kiss my cheek ...
Me: What? Why did she kiss you?
Mike: No, Miss Ling. She didn't kiss me. She wanted to kiss me.
Me: How do you know she wanted to do that?
Mike: I closed my eyes on the bus, she sat next to me and I just know that she wanted to hug me and kiss me!
Me: ... (Stop dreaming, boy!)
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