There's a wee boy, a couple of weeks younger than our daughter, in the playgroup where Aillidh's been going since she was about 8 months old. In fact, it was this boy's mother who told us about it. Little David has always been fond of Aillidh, who certainly seemed to welcome his attentions. He has been greeting her with a cuddle each week, which she reciprocates, and then they play together. Today, however, he planted a wet smacker right on her lips! I wasn't there, but apparently she played the coquette and smiled and fluttered her eyes in response. She's not even two and some boy is already chasing her!
