What Are You Doing?

by Sandra
(Long Beach)

It had been a few weeks since I had seen my close friend and her little girl.

I leaned over and gave her daughter, five-year-old Nikki, a big kiss on her cheek.

Grabbing a tissue, Nikki quickly rubbed the spot where I had kissed her.

"Hey, girl," I said, teasing her. "What are you doing? Are you wiping off my kiss?"

"No way, Sandra," she said, tactfully. "I'm just MOVING IT OVER!"