the mind of the victim...

I've got a little student at work--no more than 6 years old, I think--who's been coming up to hug me and then being...a little TOO affectionate. He leans in to kiss my boobs and hugs way too long. Obviously the kid has no clue what he's doing, but it's bugging the hell out of me. With visions of incarceration dancing before my eyes, I had to ask my supervisor how to deal: she said to tell little Alex, "No kissing." That's pretty easy, I guess. But here I am at home getting ready for work, trying not to dress in anything too tight. All my t-shirts are fitted. And here I am, being a total doof, trying not to wear anything too suggestive or anything. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HE'S SIX. *Who's* in charge here? Sheesh.

Gah. How about, "Alex, I think we should see other people"?

Der.