Cafe Valentine

"Mamma, why is he biting her?", the three-year old's voice cut through the chatter at the café.
"He is not biting, Stupid. He is kissing her", declared the five-year old.
"Nobody kisses like that. Mamma, isn't he biting her?"
"They are kissing, baby", I whispered, embarrassed.

"But why is he eating her mouth?"
"Because he loves her!" When had my son become such a Know-it-all?
"I love you, Mamma, can I eat your mouth?"

People didn't even pretend not to stare as I dragged the kids away.

I am never, NEVER, N-E-V-E-R taking them to a café on Valentine's Day.