Heartbreakers - They come in all sizes

So here is the scene:

Barnes and Noble, 86th street. Kids section, toddlers galore. My Chloe, resplendant in a white ribbed tank top and miniskirt is "crusing" the stacks. Not for books. For BOYS. She is using a big clifford book as a prop, or an icebreaker of sorts, as some of us might have used a martini. She is wobbling through the strollers and the nannies until she sets her sights on THE ONE. He is drooling, so profusely that his shirt is soaking wet. I try to coax her towards some of the "drier" boys in the Dora section. There is lovely Alex who is very dry and seems to be giving her the eye. She is not interested. She follows "the drooler". He is 11 months old, says the nanny. A younger guy. He eyes her warily. The clifford book is abandoned as she reaches both arms out, lunging for him. Her mouth is open, in her patented kissing position. She grabs him, and plants a smooch right on his head. She is pleased for a moment...until....

...he smacks her in the face.

I immediately removed her from the scene and we did what all girls do in the face of their first rejection. We ate ice cream.