A Hideous, Disgusting Story

Me, noticing a bump on Nina's forehead when I picked her up from school on Friday: How'd you get that bump on your head?

Nina: What bump?

Me: The one in the middle of your forehead. There's a bruise there- it must hurt.

Nina, pressing on the bump: Oh, that. Yes, it hurts. I don't know where it came from.

Me: Are you sure? It's a pretty big bump. It's funny that you can't remember getting it.

Nina: I just don't want to talk about it.

Me, getting concerned: Are you sure?

Nina: Yes.

Me: Ok. Well, let me know when you change your mind.

The next day-

Me: So, did you remember what happened to your head yet? 

Nina: I remember, but I don't want to tell you because it's too disgusting.

Me: How can something giving you a bump on your head be disgusting?

Nina: Trust me, Mimi. It's a hideous story. It might even make you throw up.

Me: Ok. I doubt it will make me throw up, but you can tell me later.

Nina: You really don't want to know. It's disgusting!

Later that day:

Me: So, are you ready to tell me what happened to your head?

Nina, quickly and a little breathlessly; Ok. I was walking to my desk and not looking where I was going and I crashed into Owen and we bumped heads and when our heads bumped his lips touched my cheek, (She makes a little gagging sound.) I didn't do it on purpose, I told you it was  hideous!

Me: Did he kiss you?

Nina: I don't think it was a real kiss, but it felt like one. 

Me: You're right. That's one of the most disgusting things I've heard in a long time.... Owen is pretty cute, though.

Nina: *giggles*