Blowing Kisses

Growing up, my dad spent many weekends at the canoe livery while we were still in school. One night, Casey and I were sitting in our parents' room, telling mom that we missed dad. She walked us to the window and told us to blow kisses out the window. The kisses would surely find their way to him.

Dad returned several days later and said "The strangest thing happened the other night. I was looking out the window, and suddenly a kiss hit me right in the face!"

Casey and I jumped up and down and argued over who could claim the kiss.

"I think that one was mine!"

"No way! Mine definitely made it farther!"