Not a lot leaves me stumbling for an answer with my children. They've asked me some pretty uncomfortable things so far and even though on the inside I'm squirming, on the outside I'm the picture of cool, calm, composed mom. Until the other night that is. While watching Back to The Future, my oldest turned to me and said, "Mommy, when was your first kiss?" Bam! Blindsided. Damn you George and Lorraine. Damn you!! Good grief, how do I answer this? It was a respectable Grade 8, but still …
