(Photo by Tara Elizabeth)
Yesterday my younger grandson ruffled my thinning hair and I told him it reminded me of his mother who once planted a surprise kiss smack on my bald patch.
“Oh, I probably did that because Grandma told us how she and her sister did that to their Father,” my Daughter replied.
She added that my Mother’s and her sister Mary Jane’s lipsticky kisses were bestowed on their father while he was at work in the Kansas State Capitol Building. This would have been in the 1940’s. Afterward, she and her sister rushed up a floor in the rotunda to look down on their father and admire their handiwork.
Below, the crime scene:
The more I’ve thought about this the more I think that my Grandfather knew perfectly well what his girls had done.
