The Kissing Girls are in love with Pirates

So, there is a pack of girls at Cornell's preschool who love to chase him and BFF and kiss them. Cornell loves the chase, but hates the kiss. Describes my dating life before meeting Hubby. Cornell prides himself on never being kissed by one of the Kissing Girls, hereafter referred to as TKG. They chase and they chase, they position themselves next to him at lunch time; they chase him on the playground, the sidewalk, the parking lot leaving preschool, the gym, the hallway. They even manage to threaten kisses from the neighboring room with pooch mouthed sign language about what awaits him at recess.

He once sighed about this awful situtaion and informed me that TKGs think he is "hot". Sans laughter, I asked him what "hot" meant, and he replied, "ya know, like cute."

So, it finally happened. His defenses crumbled, he was kissed. He was playing pirates with BFF and one of the few female non kissers in the gym. They had climbed to the upper most deck of the pirate ship and played fierce, blood thirty pirates, who also had a band named "Bamboo and the Fafoo". Swashbuckler Cornell plays harmonica, if you were curious. They were lying out under the stars when they decided to sleep for the night when female non kisser leaned over and smacked a big one right on Cornell's lips. He responded with, "What in the word was that?" (no, not a typo, "what in the word was that")

He has sworn off all girls, because you never know when they might attack you. A good pirate would have seen it coming. I mean, come on, it's lonely on a pirate ship.