Of frogs and princes

Barnacle Boy has been playing a new game of late. He'll ask for a kiss and then duck as I go to peck him on the cheek. Every time I get close, he ducks. And I'm not fast enough (or tall enough) to catch him on the fly.

Tonight I finally asked him, "Don't you want that kiss? Are you afraid I'll turn you into a frog or something?" His priceless response? "I don't need any more kisses, I'm already a prince!"