French Kiss

„Daddy, do you think second grade is going to be any different than first grade?“
„Not a chance in hell, honey. You’ll have to sharpen your pencils and do tons of homework every day.“
„I see.“
„They keep you in school until you’re safely through your growth spurts and all of that puberty confusion. And you get so terrified of the real world that after school you go to some university to stay put for four more or eight more years, or whatever. Great uncle Jack is sixty-seven and he’s still taking classes up in Boston. Any other questions?“
„What is a French kiss, dad?“
„A French kiss? You really do have faith in my memory, don’t you?“