I know you hear cartoon characters threatening to do this all the time, but it just happened to me.
Spike’s head is shaved, but the hair-falling-out process is in no way complete, and she’s got 3rd-day stubble all over her head.
This morning, teacup and cereal bowl in hand, I tiptoed up behind her in her chair and bent over to place tender kiss on her crown –when suddenly, at the merest touch of my lips, she whipped her head around.
It was like I’d kissed a running circular sander.
There was a rasping noise, followed by my leaping backwards, in turn followed by my muffled squeaking as I frantically checked for lip function.
Then we laughed until we hiccuped.
“I thought you were coming to kiss me on the lips!” Spike said, setting us off laughing again.
It’s a short while later, and my lips still hurt. But I’m smiling anyway.