Noah licks his little girlfriend's neck because he saw daddy doing it to mommy, but he gets slapped by her.

"Wait… he kissed her neck?"

"Licked it." April corrects her husband. "Miss Green told me Rebecca slapped him then." Miss Green is Noah's kindergarten teacher and Rebecca is his five year old 'girlfriend'. It was all innocent and sweet, like most romances between two five year olds are. Nothing to worry about, well… at least until now. Today, when April got there to pick up her son, Miss Green told her he had anepisode. Apparently, he tried to kiss his girlfriend for the first time, really kiss her. No! Not exactly kiss her, but lick her. It's dinner time now and luckily Hannah is having a pajama party with one of her friends. Sitting around the kitchen table, April figured it was the best time to bring it up.

"Buddy?" Jackson asks, putting his fork down and moving his attention to his son. "Why did you lick Rebecca?"

"Because she's my girlfriend."

"She slapped you?"

"Yeah." He replies, with a defeated tone, placing one elbow on the table and resting his head on the palm of his hand. "She didn't like it."

"Because you can't go around licking people like a cat, Noah." April retorts, watching as her son moves the peas on his plate with his fork, uninterestedly.

"I only did it because she's my girlfriend. But she's not anymore."

"She broke up with you?" Jackson asks, and Noah nods. He smiles, entertained with the idea of his five year old breaking up with his first girlfriend. "Why did you lick her?"

Noah pauses, puts the fork down and lazily sits straight on the chair, dropping his arms on the sides of his body, hands on his lap. Looking up at his father, he lets out a deep breath and shrugs. "Because I saw you do that to mommy and I just wanted to make her laugh, like you made mom laugh."

April drops her jaw on the floor and, surprised with his reply, she freezes. "Noah, how- when did you…" She can't even form words. Did their son take a peek when they were making out?

"Then I told Miss Green I saw you and daddy playing, like we were, but mommy didn't slap you, daddy. Mommy liked it when you licked her neck, but Rebecca didn't."

"Buddy, when did you see me kissing mommy's neck?"

"The other night, on the couch." Noah confesses. "You were playing and mommy was laughing and you were kissing her with your tongue, so I went back to my room." Must have been the night they put the kids to sleep and thought they were all alone watching a movie on TV, on the living room. Thank God he only saw the beginning of what happened.

"So you tried to kiss her with your tongue?"

"Yes, but she said it was weird. So, she slapped me and I stopped." Noah crosses his arms against his chest, looks down at the food in front of him, kicking his feet back and forth, rocking on the chair.

April moves her eyes to Jackson and their astonished stares meet halfway across the table. Their son just discovered what French kissing is without even knowing what it means, and his first experience was anything but great. He is too young anyway to be French kissing or kissing at all. "You shouldn't be kissing your girlfriend like that."

"But why?" The boy asks, seemingly mad with the way his girlfriend slapped him when he was only trying to do something nice for her.

"Because boys and girls only kiss that way when they're like… twenty." She's making stuff up along the way, knowing very well this is not how it goes. Maybe she's panicking and struggling to explain him what kissing really means. Trying to avoid the subject for a few more years won't hurt, and he'll eventually find out on his own, like we all do. But, for now, Noah is still her baby.

"But I like Rebecca, mommy. I didn't want to make her mad. I wanted to make her laugh."

"Hey Noah!" Jackson speaks, grabbing the boy's attention and saving his wife from this uncomfortable conversation. "Why don't you make her a nice card saying sorry? She'll like that."

"You think?"

"I do. Mom can help you with that."

"Great!" The boy's expression lights up, making the shade of green in his eyes sparkle. Immediately standing up from his chair, ready to start the new project and grab some crayons, he turns on his feet. Then, he pauses, leads one hand to is neck and scratches the curls on the back of his head. "Mommy, can you help me write 'I love you, Rebecca'?"

"I love you?" April asks, dragging the words, already regretting Jackson's idea. I love you meant so much more than kissing. How is a five year old supposed to know and understand what it means or even why he'd like to say it. "Noah, where did you learn that?"

"I heard daddy saying that to you the other morning before he left to work. You said it back and smiled. I want to make Rebecca smile." Noah replies, shrugging his shoulders. Then, without taking another second, he runs across the kitchen, disappearing before their eyes.

"First licking, now I love you?" She turns to Jackson dropping her face on her hands.

"You realize this is only the beginning, right? And we might have to talk to him again, because he needs to know he doesn't have to wait fifteen years to kiss a girl properly." Jackson retorts, finding his son's smooth moves completely adorable. "Plus, he's gonna be a teenager one day."

"Oh no! Don't remind me."

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Requested by and taken from a personal experience from ilmiooceanomare