Just another little quickie because this made me laugh.
Gabe walked up to me in my chair. He spit on his hand and looked at it. "Syrup," he said.
"No," I replied. "That's not syrup. That's spit."
So he licked his hand and held it up to me. "Syrup. Mmmm!" he insisted.
"That's spit, and it's gross, hun," I said. "Nobody wants your spit."
So he licked his hand again. "Syrup, Daddy. Mmmm!" And he held the hand up. "Daddy, syrup!" he said, offering me a taste. "Daddy, you, syrup. Mmmm!" He was very insistent.
What could I do? I took his hand and examined it. "How about some french toast?" I said as I wiped the hand down the front of his shirt.
"French toast. Mmmm!" he said. And that was the end of that. Thankfully.
Masterful.
ReplyDeleteOverheard, one night when a young Libby was babysitting...
ReplyDeleteChild: I'm hungry...
Babysitter: Lick your lips and swallow your spit.
Needless to say, I'm glad that the next generation has given it some style. Syrup! Masterful indeed!