High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead.

From my cheeks we'll slide on up my temples to my forehead. When I had that pre-ceding hairline as a kid, it was more like a fivehead -- it still is, in the places where I have cowlicks -- but for the most part it's just a normal forehead. The left side is usually covered by my bangs and the right half is exposed for . . . for what purpose? I'm not really sure. Still, like my chin, my forehead helps me rest in class -- though it's more for when I don't care about being inconspicuous.

My forehead is a major player in my snuggle maneuver and it’s great for resting on people’s shoulders when I’m sad, sleepy, silly or bashful. When it meets up with another forehead . . . suffice it to say that I believe in magic. Best of all, it tells me how hot I am!

My forehead is a blessing.