Because I am horribly disorganized*, here instead of something more substantial is a conversation between my wife J- and my 2-year-old daughter M-:
J- (to M-, less patiently than the previous two times): Stop licking me!
[less than 2 minutes pass]
M- (between new licks): I'm tasting you!
J-: Stop tasting me!
M-: Why?
J-: Because I'm not clean! I haven't showered yet.
M-: Oh.
J-: But even still, it's not usually a good idea to go around tasting people.
M-: Okay.
Don't be fooled by her earnest response... I promise you we'll be right back here again within a day or two.
* In my defense, I at least spent much of my Sunday organizing old kids clothes into bins, so that has to partially counteract my disorganization in blogging, writing, and other things. Right?
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We've progressed far beyond mere human tasting here - we turn into zombies and eat out brains. And by we, I don't just mean the dear children. Even the baby.
My poor weird kids.
Silly girl. Tasting mommy. I don't think that's one of the recommended food groups at all. Is she part puppy?
I'm so glad that the primary reason was the lack of shower.
Tasting is good. How else will M know if J is good enough to eat??
"But Mom -- you haz a flavr!"
I... uhm... don't really know what to say. Kids are weird.
My niece went through that phase too and it freaked me out! My sister was like 'oh, she's only two and thinks she's a puppy' so I swatted her with a newspaper. Kidding. Maybe.
Ha! My 2 1/2 yeah old does the same thing.... I wonder... do mommy's taste like mommys???
Maybe he's the next vampire heart throb. What's his name again? Arthur, or Albert, or whatever his name is...
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