There are just some statements in my parenting life that I could not have ever anticipated coming out of my mouth. I gave Olivia a kiss just as she turned her head, so I ended up kissing her eyeball.
I felt it and she obviously felt it. It was wet. She blinked a few times and scolded me for kissing her open eye. "Sorry, Sweetie!" I said.
"That's OK. I touch Ocho's eyeball," she admitted.
I raised my eyebrows and said with surprise, "You do? Really? Why?"
"Yeah. I hold her like this and I touch her eye," continued Olivia, demonstrating a headlock and an extended index finger. "I do it every day."
Now, I'm not sure if she really gives the cat a daily eye poke, but even one time is one too much. "Olivia, that's not nice. The cat doesn't like that. Don't do that again, OK?"
"Aww. Just one more time? I want to feel how wet her eye is," she pleaded.
One more time? Feel how wet her eye is?
No. Just, no.
I have followed up twice with her just to be sure she is not doing this. "You're not touching the cat's eye, right?"
No, she assures me. I believe her. And I can't believe I have assembled those words together in a sentence. Parenting is such a trip.