Friday, March 25, 2011
Yeah, yeah, another post! (I can't believe it either)
Gus instantaneously adopts a proprietary air when a bowl of ice cream is anywhere near. Needless to say, he loves the stuff. And it's his. Not his Mama's or Papa's, but HIS. So tonight when I asked him for a bite of his chocolate "brown," (as he calls the occasional treat) Gus gripped his bowl fiercely, clung to his spoon then slyly, deliberately said, "You can lick it off my face, if you want to."
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